It’s been one of those day’s. No, not in a bad sense of the phrase, but rather this has been one of those self-refective days.
I keep coming back to Stephen King’s notion that if a person wants to be a writer the best thing one can do is…
Read and write for to six hours a day.
This sounds like a huge sacrifice to many I am willing to bet. For me, it just becomes a question of what am I willing to give up versus what am I willing to gain?
Yes I have been on vacation the last week and I am on vacation through Wednesday but even before my vacation I was writing two thousand words a day during the month of November.
The question for myself then becomes: Am I willing to sacrifice up to six hours a day to a craft that I will probably never make money at?
To answer a question with a question: Who cares?
If I am enjoying myself and if when a project is done a couple of people, even if they are friends get enjoyment out of it, then it is time well spent in my book.
I’m not writing to become rich and famous, I write because I feel I have stories to tell that I think others might enjoy.
Although the whole rich and famous thing, I certainly wouldn’t turn down.
Words today: 1794
Words total: 30,014