A Writer’s Life
Crazy Thoughts On Being Crazy
A life spent writing is a cautionary tale
Sipping coffee this morning, the one cyclic thought I had on my brain was that I must be crazy to think I can sit down each day and write something that will make enough money to survive.
So far, I haven’t, but it’s not just the lack of funds that sends me scurrying down the rabbit hole. It’s the fact that I’m not thinking about those who dwell on the lunatic fringe anymore because I am the lunatic living on the fringe.
How in the world can anyone think otherwise, especially myself? It’s one thing to write to purge demons, share a message of hope, or inspire others with the written word. It’s entirely different to sit down each day and write something because if I don’t, I’ll lose a mind that’s already lost.
Many writers understand the true definition of insanity each day—doing the same thing repeatedly, expecting different results. Each day we write, and we post, hoping and praying that what we write today gains better traction than what we created yesterday.
Sometimes it does, but most of the time it doesn’t, and it drives us bat shit crazy. Did we know what we were getting into when we made the conscious decision to try and make a living with our writing?
