Category: Writing

get pulled away

I am sitting here writing and I can see how I get pulled away. It is the squares. I come up with a good idea, I right it down and then I want to flit away and not keep pressing and moving forward. I want to just bask in the emotional high that I came up with something decent then spend the rest of the day building dreams in my head about how I am going to write a million dollar book and speak to enthralled audiences.

Already achieved

I write like I am keeping a journal so it is an evolving piece of work. Since I am always learning I never completely finish or reach a conclusion. If I truly want to “sell” I need to move away from chronicling my present journey and telling my past story.

Not just telling my story but using the completed story as my example.

That is the solution to the chicken/egg problem. That honors my past. That gives me direction.

In Defense of Growing

Yesterday I asked the question am I just futilely spinning my wheels or am I on a journey of growth.
Today I posit that I am growing. In the late 2000’s and early 2010’s I was working on creating representation for unaffiliated religious people. By the time I had put as much effort as possible into it I had put together a compilation book and self-published it on Amazon. The book itself is not very good and I think I only officially sold one copy (maybe two) but the effort was there and I had something to show for it.
The same is true of thirtydayjobcleanse.com. I put the effort fort and felt like I was really close. Again perhaps the material was not good but it was a valiant effort that I believe was on the cusp of producing revenue from my marketing efforts. I just couldn’t quite pull it all together. In fact this blog is morphing into the actual Thirty Day Job Cleanse so I am not even sure it is dead yet.
Whatever the case I believe I am growing and becoming. I need to keep walking even when it seems like it will never end.

Pattern of behavior

This is what I always do.

I have written hundreds of thousands of words if not over a million since I first started writing around fall of 1995 more likely spring 1996. That is basically when I gave up dreams of being a rock star (that had the same pattern) and focused more on being a writer. I did it through school and now almost 21 years of work.

This is what I do. This is how I write. Will I ever meaningfully share it? Does anyone want to read it? Will I be a coach, a mentor, an author, a thought leader? Or will I just pound out hundreds of words futilely until I die?

How does this tie in to my objective? I always see next step and growth riding on the wave of writing (and sharing) but the two worlds never intersect.