Blogs have taken over my life
There are days when I’m literally riding the high of owning and operating blogs. Then there are days like today when I look at the time I spend reading and writing blogs, and I regret missing out on more time spent journaling and writing that first book. The book has been on hold for a couple years now, and I routinely face the question: do I really even want to write a book?
It’s a question that must be asked, yet the answer ever changes. Do I really want to write a book? Or do I just want to be an author? One is a passion for writing; the other is a passion for identity. Following advice is rarely easy. “Write because you have to” sounds great, but almost all advice ends up sounding lame when you feel tired and used up.
Give me a tropical island and wireless internet, and I’ll probably still gravitate toward blogs and social networking. Social networking is both a drug and a micro-manager. It requires your time and attention constantly. It doesn’t take long to become forgotten and irrelevant. Immediacy. That’s what it’s all about these days.
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