After Tax Season, I wanted to lighten it up a bit! I need a laugh…hope you do to.
Entrepreneurs put in some “crazy” hours, don’t we? Somehow, those 1440 beautiful moments we have in a day weren’t supposed to be like this. Some days, we can’t even remember our own name. The other morning, I went to make my coffee and I’m not kidding you…opened the refrigerator door expecting a hand to offer me my already made hot cup of coffee. Ok, I was really tired but it was so real, I actually stood there and waited. When nothing showed up, I finally shut the door and made my own. I am sure you have had days that start off like that too.
Having your own company is like having a newborn child. There is never enough time to sleep. Just like a newborn’s stomach is always hungry; entrepreneur’s brains are always thinking of something that has to be done. We have to focus on: a new product launch; an article that needs a new slant, a tough client that took out their bad day on you (that one lingers way too long in our mind.)
If you are a write for a living, you understand how little time there is in a day. Good writing takes time. Blogs take time. Quality takes time. Communication takes time. Social media takes time. Information gathering takes time. Research takes time. Surveys take time. Reading takes time. Scheduling takes time. Ok, you understand. It is a time-consuming process. A process we writers generally enjoy… as crazy as that sounds. It is our contribution to the world, whether the world is ready for it or not.
Writers need an audience. It doesn’t have to be large, although that is nice, we just need one person every once in a while that appreciates what we write. We are not ego maniacs; quite the opposite, in fact. We work for morsels of compliments and continue to write even when we receive none. We forge through writers block…eventually. We are like small children with abusive parents (except the abuse can come from our audience) throwing out a compliment now and then…We are insecure and shy, trying to write for an audience that may or may not be there tomorrow, awaiting for that glimmer of “niceness” to come our way.
There must be some form of masochism in our core.