Satire
Top Writer’s Ten Commandments
Hard Knocks School of Success

You had theories coming out of your ears, lots of them, about succeeding, and succeeding, and succeeding.
I said I had heard them all before, that I was tired, I had bills to pay, mouths to feed.
You said it was different this time. You had this intense, disturbing glint in your eyes, real zeal.
You were like Moses coming down the mountain with a stone slab listicle.
You listed off your new commands, swearing by their efficacy.
Number One, you said, as you were in love with numbering things.
Have a clear plan.
As if this was a novel idea, or a useful one, or somehow relevant.
As if this was adding something somewhere, somehow.
As if this was the sort of thing one would go out of one’s way to have the fortune of listening to.
A plan?
Yes a plan! Stick to it. Or stick it on your forehead so you don’t forget.
Thank you, Einstein. Now, can I have my money back?
Number Two!
You were just getting started.
If someone tells you your plan is too far-fetched, too pie-in-the-sky, or unachievable, you double-down on it!
Really?
YES!
But what if it is unachievable?
That, you see, is the voice of doubt that needs to be crushed asap! Tell me a single thing that is unachievable if you put your mind to it?
I struck a nerve. This was religion. Non-negotiable. He would not be conceding that anything was impossible. Not flying. Not growing a third leg.
Making $100,000 per annum on Medium?
Achievable!
Really?
YES!
How?
Believe in yourself. Write everyday, every waking hour, in your sleep. Write if it’s good or bad. Write crap, but WRITE.
That’s it?
YES!
Why?
What do you mean, why?
How?
NUMBER THREE!
Was this guy a military sergeant?
Write what people want to read.
Wow.
Number Four: When you finally make the $100 per month club, don’t take your foot off the gas.
Considering $100k per annum is our target, wasn’t this obvious?
A lot of us get cocky after we’ve reached this much esteemed benchmark. Make sure you’re not one of them.
How much do you make writing on Medium?
NUMBER FIVE!
I see.
Whatever you are doing that is working, do more of that. A LOT more.
Was it possible to be less obvious?
Number six: Don’t quit. Ever. Got covid? Work harder. Burned out because you swing two jobs just to pay the rent? You’re not working hard enough.
That sounds harsh.
‘Harsh’ is not in our vocabulary. Did you say you want to make $100k?
Do you speak from experience?
NUMBER SEVEN!
That hurt my ears.
If your baby is crying in the crib, let the thing cry. You must write without interruption. Pedal to the metal.
Wow.
Number eight. When you cross the $100 per month threshold, start writing articles about how to earn six figures by writing.
Even if I don’t know how?
Especially if you don’t know how. In fact, wipe out the word ‘don’t’ from your vocabulary.
What?
Talk the talk and you will walk the walk.
In my head?
NUMBER NINE!
Yell?
Don’t eat or sleep.
But I’m human. I’ll die.
Two more words to scrap from your vocabulary. You are inhuman and you will never die!
Ok.
Number Ten. There will be days you feel like you are lying to yourself, like you are an insane dreamer…
Finally, something I can relate to…
…days where you start feeling the slightest pang of guilt for letting your baby cry in their own crap…
Slightest?
…days where you will be tempted with the thought that you are in fact human and hungry and tired…
I’m already feeling it.
…this is the devil trying to get inside your head, that will tempt you with words like compassion, empathy…
Mortality?
limitation, moderation, humility…
Humanity?
…when this happens you must stand up from your writing chair and shout at the top of your lungs…
That I’m coming to change my baby’s diapers?
GET LOST, DEVIL!
© Carlo Zeno 2022
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