It’s been a while since I blogged here. I hope I’m not too rusty.
The end of last month – and the beginning of this one – was a pretty tough time. I’m putting myself through courses from Johns Hopkins and Duke University, and crunching through two five-week courses a month while holding down a day job and writing means you burn some rubber and some soul. But it was also pretty fun, and all it did was keep me off the Internet more.
That, and I got into Doctor Who.
I think you understand.
Yesterday I was thinking about my (not-so) old blog, Icaruswept. What do you call a blog you’ve given up? Ex-blog, like ex-girlfriend? Anyway, I was going through all the reasons why I gave it up. Toxicity; an audience that shared, but never really engaged me on my views; and so on and so forth –
But the key thing, on introspection, was that I wasn’t having fun anymore.
Fun is important. Fun is what divides work from play.
And writing being fun is why I’m okay with it replacing large parts of my social and gaming life. That’s not to say it isn’t hard work – it is – but then so is getting good at Overwatch. I don’t really see anything as work until the drudgery creeps in.
Having understood that, I sat down, tapped out an email and declined a lucrative writing gig that had come my way.
It wasn’t fun.