A few months ago, during a conversation with my father, he asked me if I get paid to blog. I said "not always." His response, which I wholly expected, was "then why bother doing it?' I will admit, after years of my dad poo-poo'ing my writing, I did get a wee bit defensive. I presented my side of why and hoped that it convinced him (me??) that it was the right thing for me to do with my life.
I returned home and after a few weeks passed, I found myself feeling frustrated and asking myself the same question - why bother doing it?
The best answer I could come up with was this :
I love it. I feel incomplete if I go for a day without writing something as simple as a journal entry. It's such a part of me, always has been, that I know I would be a sad, depressed person if I was forced to stop again.
Am I getting rich from writing? Hell no but that doesn't matter to me. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want Stephen King's career but I don't need to have that. As long as I love what I write, enjoy doing it and it touches those that read it, then that's enough for me....but I'm still shooting for the New York Times best-seller list.
Smiling,
~Valeka
Yes, THIS! :D
ReplyDeleteFor years, I wrote the most boring blog entries--at least I thought they were boring--but I don't care so much about that anymore. I write, then I write about my writing, and that's good enough for me.
And I'm shooting for the stars, too!
YAY! Glad you enjoyed the post! It was kinda a pep talk for myself so that I would keep going but I knew someone would relate :-D The more we write, the better we get! Hugs!!!
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