Here’s something from a lovely lady I know….
As a child, I wrote on walls to learn the art of creating a word. Later I wrote because words were fun. In the teenage years, I wrote in secret to express the mountain of emotions roiling inside of me. Then, as an adult, I wrote because a job demanded it. But there was always the reason I loved to write, and that was for the pure joy of it. When I retired, I finally could chase my dream of writing a book.
I discovered the new frontier of self-publishing and all those who blogged about making money selling their books. So, I learned to blog. I followed all the lemmings into the sea of self-publishing, and then something changed. It wasn’t about writing anymore. I perfected my writing style. Learned to kill off my darlings that were ineffectual to a story, doubled down on the grammar, began to figure…
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