We’re not assholes

I have to tell you a little secret: When I’ve had one or two (or three or four) mojitos, I love everyone. I achieve a temporary state of enlightenment. However, by the next morning, I find the “writing” world has come like some cat in the night and left a dead rat on my doorstep. (Cats are so proud of their dead rats.) My shiny enlightened moment goes bye-bye, and I’m sucked into the nasty ego world of criticism, jealousy, insecurity and all that cycle of suffering stuff.

However, the Mojito Literary Society strives to keep that happy buzz going. We love you and understand you. We think your art and writing is fabulous. We invite you to our parties and sit on the kitchen floor with the bowls of tortilla chips and guacamole dip that we stole from the hors d’oeuvres table and listen with rapt attention as you talk about your book, your art, your craft. You are fascinating. We think you are our coolest friend. We sing your praises all over Goodreads and Amazon and the blogsphere. We will set upon your enemies like killer bunnies (sorry, had to throw in some Monty Python).

In other words, we’re not assholes.

"That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!... Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!"

So sure, go off to other blogs which tell you what you need to be a better writer, artist, mother, father, friend, pet owner, etc. Blogs who criticize your work and other’s and spew their catty witticism like acid rain. We are not as smart as they. We are the Pooh Bears of the literary world. Here, at our thinking spot/blog with our jars of honey and glasses of mojitos, we love you and your work and want you to be happy.