Memoirous

Why do I do this? I often ask myself this. *Not for money. *Not for fame or glory. *Not for world peace. Marie Kondo and her method of sorting out old things or adding new things to your life is very popular right now. Does it bring you joy? I’ve started to apply this philosophy to a lot of things—not just physical stuff in my closet, but the stuff rattling around my brain. How do I feel about my writing? It doesn’t make me rich. In fact, I mostly do not get paid. Yeah, my books receive royalties—but a big return can pretty much neutralize any expected check. At Other Writing  here at my blog you can see a full list of publishing credits. The majority of those have promised NO payment. If I do get paid it is usually less than a couple hundred a year. The worst publications treat my work as “content”—meaning it simply takes up cyber space at their on-line journal or zine. Ditto on fame and world peace. No one cares. So why do I do this thing called writin...