What am I doing here?
I read an excellent blog entry by Jet Girl about how blogging used to be an entirely different beast decades ago. It’s a spot-on evaluation of what it was like in the blogosphere and is well worth a couple of minutes of your time to read.
I’ve been blogging here for close to two years, and I’ve gone back and forth on what it’s supposed to be. Is it personal? Is it professional? Both? I haven’t the slightest, even as I write this. All I can say is that it’s a repository of whatever happens to be on my mind at the moment I sit down to add to it.
Much like my attitude when it comes to writing in general, I don’t really care if anyone likes what I do here, or even if anyone reads it. I’ve seen success in my industry and even touched the sky when I worked with James Patterson. I have nothing left to prove, which is a liberating feeling. Like I said last time, work only on things you’re passionate about. That’s what I do here, there, and everywhere.
There’s a line from Conan the Barbarian that’s apt:
There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room becomes a prison, and all that is left is a father's love for his child.
Substitute writing for child and you understand.