I Don’t Wanna Write For The Money
Money makes you think too much. It distracts you from what really matters. That elusive insight.
And look, a paycheck is wonderful. Money for an upcoming holiday. Flashy new clothes. The rent.
But that’s all superficial.
And writing is anything but.
I like to write for the reaction. I’m one of those weird people who will look at everyone else when the punchline comes.
Smiles, laughter, emotive inspiration. That’s what writing is all about. Feelings. The right emotion. That slow nodding of the head.
But how do you write for feelings in a world that is systematically drawn towards making money? Such a silly scenario, isn’t it?
You hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
You intentionally string your keywords together in hopes of satisfying Google. But I don’t want to satisfy Google. I want to satisfy you, dear reader.
But no, I have to play a game I don’t want to play. An unnecessary step towards success.
We writers wish for shares and likes while fearing something worse than pure rejection.
Because nothing is worse than the suffocation of silence.
