Fighting against becoming a writer who hates writing
I don’t write because I want to- and sometimes, I really DO want to. But that’s not why. I write because I absolutely have to. Not writing, to me, is like asking me to hold my breath. I’m sure I could do it for a minute or so, but at some point, even if I was underwater, I’d no longer be able to fight that instinct to take a deep, huge, breath. And now writing is tied to my income. One of the reasons I picked web marketing as a career in 2002, after 4 years making money from efforts more directly related to my writing, was that I could see how closely writing would be related to everything. As early as 2000, I theorized that if even if the web became like TV, we’d need people to write the scripts, the commercials, the communications between people behind the scenes. In my dream if I knew how to get people to read what I wrote, then I could write forever. It was a sound prediction. When I had the somewhat-unwanted attention of the web, it was always because of things that I wrote. At one time I had a highly trafficked blog, and wrote up to 6 blog posts a day. I was voracious. It would be wrong to say that I’m not prolific now. But as I’ve written before, social media ends up eating most of my words. There’s so many sources for my research now that I end