Sometimes I write and post 5 blogs a day.
Lately, I’ve been doing that for weeks.
That’s ridiculous by many different standards.
One of those would be the standard of timing, of spreading out your shit, of staying away from overkill.
Of nuance and balance.
I guess there are many rules about how you should blog, and post.
The perfect time, the perfect day, the perfect length.
The perfect picture, the perfect topic, the perfect amount of tips.
I obviously don’t care about that.
Not because I don’t care, as a conscious thing, but because I do what I do.
I write 5 blogs a day, and post them when they’re done.
It’s not dictated by anything but inspiration.
I’m just really hungry when it comes to creating.
And since creation has no limits, since the well has no bottom, I can keep on doing it until I don’t.
It’s funny how we often think that everything must be done for a reason, and according to specific rules.
Especially when you’re a ‘professional writer’.
But I just like to write, and looking like an author who knows what he’s doing doesn’t seem to be part of this gig.
I just write because it helps me figure stuff out.
I write because it literally makes me feel good.
I write, because I write.
Because that is what’s happening.
And the rest is bullshit anyway.
(Photo by @cbpsc1, for Unsplash)