If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.
--Sir Noel Coward, English playwright (1899-1973)
It must therefore follow by the course of nature that if I expect to make money writing, then I should expect to write. Er ... right?
This is a concept that at this point - nearly three years out from my resigning my job - my family still doesn't quite get. But they're about to.
I'm writing. I am a writer. I must write. Every day. Without fail. Something, anything, that I could potentially get paid for. Hello? It's like a job, remember? You sit at the desk, you're productive, you get paid.
The perks of this job far outweigh the drags, in my humble but accurate opinion.
I write, therefore I am. And the corollary - I am, therefore I write. Do my writer buds out there feel the same way I do about this? Feel free to comment. (That's a hint, people.)
So, I'm off to ... be. Now, where's that Vivaldi CD?
Read a book. It's good for you.
=) JB

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