It used to be where I was able to sit down and just spill 400 to 600 words out and it all made sense to me.
Somewhere along the way, life messed me up.
Maybe I started worrying too much about how much money I was earning or keywords or something else but writing soon became a chore.
Writing always has been something of a creative outlet for me. Ever since I can remember, I wrote.
From my first diary as a young girl to poetry as a teen, writing was my way of getting out what was inside.
When I lost my last job in the real world, I rediscovered writing. It saved me.
I found subjects to write about easily once I allowed that voice to come out again. It felt good.
Somewhere along the way writing started to be about the money I could make.
Whenever you take something that you love to do and depend upon it for an income, you can lose the joy and passion for it.
This is what happened to me. I started to listen to so-called "writers" I met online who were bragging about how much money they made on this site or that. Some even confessed that they were not in it for the love of writing just for the love of money.
I know all too well the importance of money, perhaps never having enough of it is why, but when I have to focus on writing for how much money I can make, the joy disappears.
It becomes a chore. Like it happens with many chores, you let them slide. You give yourself a day off and one day becomes two. Before you know it, it has been a week.
For me, life got in the way.
I started to stress about my finances, my health concerns and family issues. I forgot what writing had done for me.
Writing is my escape. When I get fired up about something, I can write from my heart.
This is what I need. I cannot be worried about keywords, google rankings, and such.
I need to use my writing voice, not for how much money it will bring it but for what it does for my soul.
Whatever your passion is, do it fully. If you earn money from doing it-great, consider it an added plus.
It is going to take me some time to jump back in but all I need to do is remember why I do it. The words will come easily after that.
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