Lately, my life’s felt like all work andno play. Even the blogs feel like work. Worse, even the little fiction writing I’ve done has felt like work. So I’ve started a just-for-fun fiction blog at i-make-this-stuff-up.blogspot.com. It won’t earn a thing, if only because there isn’t a logical advertising niche to go with it. That doesn’t matter. In fact it’s almost the point. I write what I like, when I like, without thinking of cash at all. If I feel like being kidnapped by aliens, fine.
The result is predictable. Once I don’t have to write, I want to. Once I stop thinking about the quality, it’s actually quite good.
Typical.
