People say I’m a great writer.
But I didn’t pop out the womb writing banger articles.
I wrote 400 crap articles before even expecting a nice comment.
This takes many, many moments of looking at my droopy face in the mirror and asking myself, ‘is this shit worth it?’
But I continued to write every day even when I’d rather slap myself repeatedly with a wet haddock.
Even if it wasn’t much good at all. I just took a deep breath, let go of the thoughts that said I sucked, and hit ‘send.’
I wrote when my heart wasn’t in it.
I wrote with a crackle in my chest when all I wanted to do was write.
I wrote, not to get attention or make money as the main priority.
I didn’t write to be the best writer I could be.
I wrote to become the best, period.
I still view this as my goal. And it’s a lifelong craft.
And that’s what I love about the whole thing. CRAFT speaks to me, and it drives me to write a ton more.
I must be up to about 800 online articles now.
It’s nowhere near up there with the writing animal that is my friend Tim_Denning…
