Writing For Free.

Hi everyone!

I’ve outlined earlier, but wish to reiterate, that I am moving away from having triple story posts throughout the week.  To be perfectly frank, I invest one heck of a lot of time into them, and it’s gotten harder and harder for me to actually accomplish all the things I am trying to do.   There’s a real possibility that the Podcast will not be moving forward as I had hoped.  I am looking at other projects which will not be under my own banner, and that frustrates me immensely because that’s the whole reason I’ve tried so hard to make the Quill my base of operations.

This is my work, and I should be reaping all the benefits therein.  Further, as everything begins clicking, all I’m going to do with that money is turn right around and invest it.  New artwork, new site layouts, more podcasts, and even a weekly web-comic on this here day.

For now though, I’m laboring in limbo.  Nothing I have done to date has shown any signs of progress.  Even my site stats here have stagnated.  Part of that is my fault, with the spotty posting schedule and lack of any real post updates on Twitter.  It’s not a terrible fate, this limbo laboring.  From my understanding, literally every author has a stage (if not stages) where this is the career they possess.  I think the only thing that I’ve gotten wrong about my career so far is that it would be taking off faster than it is.  Again, that’s not my careers fault, it’s just the reality of starting everything in 2018.

There are a million other voices, just as hard working and optimistic as mine, vying for the same set of eyes and the same pairs of ears.  It’s easy to get lost in such furor, so simple to be drowned out in the background noise.  And the harsh reality is that there really isn’t a substitute for writing for free.

We’re adults now, or at least I play one on TV.  We want justification for the severe investment in time that writing represents.  If I took all the man hours that I have sunk into my career so far, and just transferred that directly into selling real estate, I’d be making six figures.  I have invested tens of thousands of hours of work into writing.  I’ve written the better part of half a million words so far, and that in a little over two years of work!  I will have produced, as of this most recent post, 256 blog posts.  That’s a level of commitment that I didn’t even believe I was capable of!  You should see the ruined mess that I’ve managed to make of my streaming goals.  It makes Chernobyl look good. 

So I write.  I write as much as I can tolerate.  I write for all the things that I want out of my life, for all the things that I’d like to do with the time I have left on this planet.  I’ve done more to improve myself over these last two years than I would’ve ever imagined was possible.  There’s still more to do, however.  There’s more that I need to accomplish.  I have so many ideas that I want to devote the time necessary to see them come to life.

For now though, I must focus on consistency.  And as much as it galls me, I must learn to love writing for free.

Sincerely,

The Unsheathed Quill