Write As If Your Life Depends On It

Sometimes you need a backup plan to survive.

Things can sure take a turn for the worse in a hurry. Well, I guess it really depends on your perspective.

Things change.

The truth is, I’m not all that upset about the way my life has suddenly upended.

It was time.

Circumstances change. Sometimes the changes are for the best but still really hard to face.

Sometimes change can be a financial disaster.

So be it.

Money ain’t everything.

This is my contingency plan.

Not really a Plan B. More like a desperate attempt to survive using my gifts so I don’t have to get a second job at Walmart.

Nothing against Walmart.

I just don’t want to work there. I tried it once and it wasn’t a good fit. At the time, I made less than half the money I made at my other job and I did about 3 times the amount of work.

I didn’t need money that bad.

Not back then. I probably do now. I’m still not willing to do certain things for it though.

Like sell out.

Here we go!

I’m about to make somebody mad.

I’m tired of reading the same old recycled drivel from one writer or another who’s selling him or herself out in an attempt to grab the attention and the money of a fickle reader.

I get it.

Really. I do.

It’s all about the almighty dollar and what a person is willing to do to get it.

I need some too!

I can’t force myself to do it.

I won’t trade having something real to say (and saying it) with publishing the same old worn out stuff everyone else is writing, but said a different way.

That’s not me.

The “me” I am is inconvenient. I’m full of word vomit and the truth as I see it, spilling from my pen like some type of toxic waste I need to get rid of.

If I don’t put it on paper, I’ll never be free.

That’s my kind of writing. I can’t possibly achieve the kind of formatting perfection others are so good at.

That’s not me either.

I’m just over here keeping it real. Writing from my heart and hoping to make a buck.

Up to now, it wasn’t a big deal if I got paid or not.

Now it’s starting to matter.

Because my life just got a little curvy, just like if all my ice cream trips to Dairy Queen showed up at the same time.

My future got jacked. My financial stability was a myth I happily believed because it was easier than facing the truth.

So even though I can’t play the carbon copy game, I realize that I have to find a way to step it up a notch!

I have a hugely unrealistic goal of cranking out more writing than I already do.

I want to do this in addition to my day job, and without it taking time from my family.

Seems easy enough.

Yeah, or not. It’s questionable.

Like, if my life depended on writing, could I get the job done?

That’s a valid question because it’s starting to look like it might.

Here’s a short list of potential goals I’m thinking of pursuing:

  • Publish 100 articles in 100 days.
  • Submit to at least 2 publications weekly.
  • Write a series.
  • Publish a chapter daily of a short book.
  • Actually finish the book I’m writing.
  • Post at least weekly on each of my blogs and every other day elsewhere.

These are just ideas. I may choose one of them or a combination. I may pick something else entirely!

I need to step up my game!

I don’t want to be like everyone else. I need to write more and write better because my life may well depend on it!

At least financially.

Someone else may actually benefit as well!

Also, I’m tired of my words being squashed like a bug when I try to speak my mind through tongue or pen!

It looks like a little situational poverty might be on the horizon.

So be it.

Y’all do what y’all want to do. I’m going to sit over here and write like my life depends on it.

Because it does.

I write about recovery, life, grief, personal responsibility, social issues, and overcoming. Email: allison@moodyoops.com, Blog: https://moodyoops.com/

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