One urge I get when I start writing regularly is the urge to write another book. I’ve written (and self-published) three. One was an unfinished novel I published in its raw state a 2-3 years ago. The others were short ebooks I haven’t thought about in a few years. Maybe I’ll start a mailing list at some point and give them away.
I liked writing those books. Not so much the unfinished novel–when I write fiction, I tend to get bored after a week or two and never finish the story–but the others were experiences I loved, even if I never want to go back and read them. Continue reading
Every blog I’ve ever started (or rebooted, like this one) has included a post like this. It’s the most important topic I can write about. More important than how work makes me feel. More important than how college was a waste of my money and I want to return my degree. And more important than developing a sense of loyalty to myself.
The most important topic I can write about is writing. Continue reading
Seriously, every time I stop writing regularly, my emotional state takes a shot.
I don’t know what it is, but the act of putting words down on something–whether it be on paper, on a blog, in an email, or any place else–makes me feel better. About work. Life. The world. Humanity. All of it. Continue reading