What is it worth?

Somehow in the last few years, I’ve come to think of blogging and writing as things that are only worth something if they bring in money. I wrote for many many years without ever thinking this way but professional bloggers have influenced my thinking, mostly subconscious though it may be.

I recently started selling Usbourne books. I tell people left and right that it’s not about the money, that you won’t make a lot of money unless you build your network. That I am doing it to support my sister-in-law who is my sponsor, that I am doing it for discounted books. It’s not about the money, gosh darn it.

So if it’s not about the money and I don’t need the money, than what do I care about writing for money? Shouldn’t I just do it because it’s what I do?

This was seriously like an epiphany. OH! I can write just because. I can write without an audience and without anyone caring and without an income. I can write a book if I feel like it and who cares if it never gets published?

It’s worth my time and effort not because it pays me but because I need it. Because it is part of who I was created to be. I believe that. And if something I write blesses someone or provokes thought or, my personal favourite, makes someone laugh, all the better!

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish sometimes for my writing to somehow provide for us. It would be amazing if Mike could do something different or work less or just be home. But in the very likely event that it never pays a dime, I need to go on writing just because.