Wondering Thoughts: Writing for Myself

It has been some time since I’ve had the wearwithall to write one of these posts. I feel like I owe all of you a status update. Yes, I have lost my job completely. And yes I am struggling to get it together to get another one. But with all the bad in my life right now, there are good things happening. And one of those good things is what I want to talk to you all about today.

I have learned something about myself. And about how I write, I write for an audience. The eye rolls some of you are experiencing right now are natural. Yes, I know this is a blog and people read it, yes, I know that should have been obvious. But bear with me for a moment here.

I have always attempted to make something of my writing. To make my writing worth something. Either a poem that would give something to someone. Or a story that would somehow make me money. A lesson imparted so deeply into me is that my time must be redeemed for something of value.

But what if that’s not true?
What if the joy of writing can be found in not sharing? In writing something I want to read, and for no one else? What if there is something I can gain from my writing beyond the potential financial or philosophical value it can generate.

What is that thing? Well the truth is that I don’t know yet–that’s something I need to write to find out.
These are just some thoughts I’ve been rolling around in my head as of late.

Until Next time….