As someone who has long considered myself a writer by inclination, that might seem a little strange, odd, disconcerting... at least....to me. I might say, by way of explanation, that I am waiting for inspiration. And that would be true, up to a point.
In the past few years, I have written and published two books. Lifelong goal met! I do consider that a major accomplishment. I do think they are books worthy of being read. I do not mind the isolation and concentration and total dedication required to write a book. In fact, that is my most natural state.
But I am not so keen on the process of marketing and promoting the books. I loathe self-promotion.
I worked with two different companies in the publishing of my two books. I knew exactly what to expect in terms of the services they offered. My only goal really, was getting the books available to read, and in particular, to order on-line. That was accomplished. I did not have any financial goals, nor was I interested in keeping track of the number of books sold. I did not have a marketing plan, nor did I want one. I learned that I am really not a good candidate for being a profession writer. I do not care for being in the spotlight in that way. I even felt very awkward and uncomfortable at a book signing event which someone else organized.
So I am completely accepting of the fact that I now prefer short term writing projects---sermons, lyrics to songs, ladies literary presentations, liturgies for worship services, poetry, blog.
My discovery over the course of a lifetime is that having the inclination of being a writer, and being a professional writer are two entirely different things. In the end, writing is something I do for pleasure, for myself. And it is not necessarily even something I would want to share with others.
Much of what I might want to reflect on in my writing is not even something I would necessarily want to post on my blog!
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