Who Am I Even Writing For?

I’m busy.

I have a 14 week old daughter who takes up 90% of my time. The other 10% is spent eating, making a cuppa, doing a workout, reading or maybe, writing.

Writing is harder because it takes brain juice, and I am running low.

(To show you how tired I am, how hard it is to concentrate, I will write when I lose my train of thought throughout this post).

I have 8 blog post drafts. Some are only a few sentences, some are only titles. I start writing something, but most of the time it turns into nothing because I lose the ability to make something out of that initial idea.

-loses train of thought-

Recently I joined Medium. I pay a small fee each month to read other people’s writing.

I have posted 3 times on Medium, hoping that my posts will get read, clapped and hopefully make me a little bit of money.

-loses train of thought-

I’m trying really hard right now to make some sort of point in this blog post. I want to address something that I think is important when it comes to writing.

Writing should be for the writer. Writing is expressive, writing helps one to heal. Writing is creating.

I am writing at the moment, but who am I writing for?

-loses train of thought-

There’s so much I want to do at the moment. Only when you have a baby do you miss the things that you used to do, you miss your hobbies.

One of the things I want to do is make money from writing. I also want to write fiction and keep posting on my blog.

Sometimes when I think about what I’m going to write on here, I tell myself that that particular idea isn’t personal enough, it’s not emotional enough, not sad enough. Sad enough for who?

I think sometimes I’m trying to prove a point on here. I’m trying to prove that I am that cliché broken artist. I am sad and therefore I can write. I want readers to care because I care about readers.

But I can be happy and able to write. My old blog was a constant source of humour. It was humorous to me.

I can also be funny when I write, though I think I have lost the confidence needed for that.

-loses train of thought-

I write conscious of who might be reading. I write for those people.

I don’t listen to my own opinions. I need to be writing for myself again. If others happen to like it then that is great, but ultimately, writing should be what I need it to be – whether that is sad, happy, funny, or whatever.

8 Comments

  • It’s very hard to make money from writing, especially now that social media exists, so there is a proliferation of content waiting to be consumed, so everyone nowadays is your competition. It would have been much easier for you to become more successful before myspace, facebook and twitter got invented. Fame is a myth and success is never easy to obtain unless you’re born into money.

    I think the best thing to do is not think in terms of money, but to instead in terms of good feedback. Good feedback leads to the money and money leads to having a crushed soul.

  • You’ve got a reader here, no matter what. But I agree completely with your last paragraph: Write for yourself and the right audience will find you. If you’re sad, be sad. If you’re happy, write happily. All that matters is that you’re genuine – and this post felt genuine.

    • It is definitely something that I forget to do every now and again – that’s why I have so many unfinished drafts at the moment!

  • I kind of want more writers to do what you did with including when you lost your train of thought. It makes your writing feel really real, somehow. It was also pretty funny. Honestly though, I think I might be worse.

  • You can definitely be happy and write. I think you SHOULD be happy and write! And I will always, always read.

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