As I sit here, slowly coalescing with my desk chair and wondering how long it will take for me to physically meld my atoms to the carpet and seat, I am reminded by one truth: I do this because I like it.
Sure, writers want to make money while sitting at home.
Other motivation could be an admiration from the general populous that creates this wonderful sensation of need and importance.
Even the idea of fame, or immortality, is a massive influence.
I could say I torture myself daily because somewhere between today and ten-plus years ago when I started writing, I wanted to share my thoughts with a forever growing base of readers.
Now you, personally, have seen what’s inside my head.
Not pretty, huh?
But regardless, none of the aforementioned factors keep my ass glued in this chair.
You have heard me say I do it for my readers.
True.
I also wouldn’t mind collecting a paycheck from home, while I am being honest here.
But, none of these things quite matters as much as… YOU GUESSED IT!
Yours truly.
I write because the process and ideas involved are where I find fulfillment.
I don’t want to write a series and take a year off or anything like that. If I don’t write for a few weeks at a time, which has happened, my mind becomes clouded.
Jackie will attest as much.
I can’t focus.
I can’t remember anything.
I get irritated easily.
It’s just a big mess where I end up apologizing to everyone for dumb things I do.
So, I write.
It is my catharsis for holding the bad back.
Everyone has a good number of things that has built up in their life and we all do things to cope and deal with the scars. I write.
It just so happens that the things I write about are entertaining. That’s a plus!
So, as I drop this secret in your lap for this week, understand that thirty-one weeks straight of blogging is not to give the dozen or so readers who tune in every week something entertaining, but it is a healing.
Sharing what is inside is hard, but I think we should share how we feel more often than generally practiced.
Within reason… everything in moderation, as it were.
Please, have a fantastic week.
If you have picked up book 2, The Fall of the Nine, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
If you are like my brother in law who bought it, day one, and has finished it and called me last night to ask for book 3… your hunger needs to be reined in. Nonetheless, please, enjoy.
And if you are sitting in the same spot, pulling a Boot-strap Bill Turner from The Pirates of the Caribbean movies (where you literally become your surroundings), I applaud your determination and I will see you on the other side.
Part of the ship, part of the crew!
Jonathan Dominguez 