I rarely get paid for writing. I don’t write for free, though. I write for personal fulfillment, recognition, publishing credits, to increase my literary journal collection and the prestigious, imaginary awards.
I didn’t have to roll out a slightly entertaining blog two or three times a week twenty years ago. In the nineties, building a platform was something construction workers did. Building my writing platform is an increase in writing for the same pay amount…zero. Like all my volunteer work, I convince myself I’m making a difference. I hope my good works (words) will live on long after I’m a dead, depressed poet.
Writing for free and keeping up with technology and social media stresses me out. The healthiest thing I can do is to write about writing stressing me out. Writing is therapeutic. That’s right, contrary to writer’s block and dead, depressed poets; it’s therapeutic. Call it Writing Therapy—I just invented it and feel better already. My creativity is overflowing into a raging current of words.
…Words apparently swept downstream where they’ve disappeared along with the money.
Causes Jules Jacob Supports
CASA of Southwest Missouri, Master Gardeners of the Ozarks, University of Missouri Master Gardeners, Missouri Court Appointed Special Advocates Association...