I Don't Care
I’m kind of in the don’t care stage of my writing endeavors. I’m ignoring many of the writing blogs that I once read. I’ve been staying out of many of the conversations that I might have one provided input to. I haven’t had a lot of time to write recently, but I feel the bug biting. But while other people are worried about how they’re going to get their book published and how to format a query letter, I’ve found that I am able to pay attention to more interesting things.
I suppose we all imagine what it would be like to sell millions of books and have to money to go with it. But there’s a point at which you realize that a small amount of money is all you’re going to get, no matter how much effort you put into it. It’s like golf. A few people make millions. Some people make a living. Most people just enjoy the game. I’m to the point that I just want to enjoy the game of writing. The Lord has blessed me with enough income from other sources that I don’t need to make anything from writing. And I’m not anxious to give up the other things I do. It is not my desire to become the traveling author who goes from place to place trying to sell books. If people want to read my books, that would make me very happy, but if they don’t, that’s okay too.
People talk about writing because they can’t not write. Though I enjoy writing, I’m beginning to see all the things I’ll miss if I spend too much time at it. Some of the writing world is passing me by, and I don’t care.
I suppose we all imagine what it would be like to sell millions of books and have to money to go with it. But there’s a point at which you realize that a small amount of money is all you’re going to get, no matter how much effort you put into it. It’s like golf. A few people make millions. Some people make a living. Most people just enjoy the game. I’m to the point that I just want to enjoy the game of writing. The Lord has blessed me with enough income from other sources that I don’t need to make anything from writing. And I’m not anxious to give up the other things I do. It is not my desire to become the traveling author who goes from place to place trying to sell books. If people want to read my books, that would make me very happy, but if they don’t, that’s okay too.
People talk about writing because they can’t not write. Though I enjoy writing, I’m beginning to see all the things I’ll miss if I spend too much time at it. Some of the writing world is passing me by, and I don’t care.
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