I used to wonder how people, famous writers, could churn out so many words, publish so many stories… their creative output was tremendous. “Stop watching TV,” I’d hear. But try as I might, I couldn’t seem to turn off that little tube and fire up the computer.
Sure, I’d make it a week of television-free living, maybe two, but then the lure of sweeps inevitably plunked me back into a couch potato, mindlessly watching the same drivel over and over.
But then one day a shift began. As I studied metaphysics, as I began to delve into things spiritual, as I became fascinated with mindset, the law of attraction, and other faiths, my television time naturally decreased as my reading/listening time increased. The more I read, the more I wanted to understand. The more I wanted to understand, the less time I had for the inane antics of imaginary characters in the latest sit-com.
In the best possible sense, my vacuous television time was replaced with something better… something I wanted more than finding out the latest outcome on the latest cliff-hanger. And as a result, my writing output skyrocketed. And with more writing output, I finished more assignments. As I finished assignments, my income reflected that activity.
It’s all connected, it follows a natural path.
Writing is, and should always be your greatest joy. If it isn’t, you really ought to reevaluate your ultimate goal in life.
The old saying is truly correct: Follow your bliss.
It really is that simple.