To Blog or Not to Blog

 

I still hate blogs, or not blogs but writing about myself. Seriously, I don’t find myself interesting enough for anyone to want to read any of this. Even I would rather live in the worlds I can create from my imagination, so why would anyone want to know about my real life? But I’m going to try to give this a shot again. I know I have to put the time into it.

I recently had someone ask me why I wanted to sell books. My immediate response was, “I want people to read my stories.” They were surprised by that—I know I was—as they thought I would say I want to make millions. They said everyone else they asked that same question responded about tons of money.

I started thinking about my answer more later. Would I like to make money doing this? Absolutely. I would love to be able to do this full-time. But it’s not so much that I want to make millions—I’m not going to complain if somehow that were to happen—but honestly, I would just like for this to be my job, for me to be able to make a living doing this. And not a living where I buy fifty mansions. All I really want is to not have to worry about my bills and have a home where the shower wall is not crumbling and molding; or not have a place in the house where there’s a spot in the floor that we have to jump over because if you step on it, you might fall through. That’s what I want.

So that’s my monetary goal.

But really, I just want people to read what I’ve written. I know not everyone will like it as everyone has different opinions, but hopefully, some people do. I like creating different worlds. I like doing the setup for books. I like organizing characters and locations. I just like it all. Creating something with words, I feel like that is what I do well.

 Hopefully, I can find a way to get it out there so I can eventually make this my actual job.