I'm losing enthusiasm for writing...I see others with lots of comments and money and not so many go to read mine...which must mean that I'm not a good writer with little of nothing to say...why bother
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I'm losing enthusiasm for writing...I see others with lots of comments and money and not so many go to read mine...which must mean that I'm not a good writer with little of nothing to say...why bother
Hmmmm, if I was doing this for the money I'd have given up a long time ago! Most of my posts get 50cents if I am lucky (and that has increased from around 16cents a couple of months ago). I am lucky enough to get curied every once in a while, so I guess I am on someone's "watch list". As for comments, I think that depends what you are writing and for what. The freewrite group gets quite a lot of interaction. And I get more comments at the moment because there is an incentive to comment on the freewritemadness posts (a #novmadfan can win steembasic income). And of course there are people who genuinely like my writing. You have to write for yourself. I write everyday because that is what I have always wanted to do, but always found excuses not to. The five minute freewrite has meant I don't have that excuse because it only takes five minutes and it doesn't have to be complete. Feeling sorry for yourself won't make you a better writer. Daily practice might.
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Never stop writing. Pause and question what or why or how, then turn it all on its head as you do and present it from your unique and lovely mind in the most unlikeliest of forms and never question again its value based on the unpredictable crashing of an imaginary coin in free fall. You are an exquisite mind with a gift for taking a reader on a journey hosted by the love child of Alice's white rabbit and Eleanor's crosseyed kaleidoscopic mans snot creature.@wales I am making my way through the adventures of tiny and am hooked. But don't think for a second that your work lacks value. I have never plunged into the intangible and felt connected to impossible things, swim through their very essence upon the ceiling looking down upon the sea as I dive deeper, as when I have read your words.