In a society that seems to value monetary measures more than anything else, it can be difficult to remember that some things simply have their own intrinsic value, completely separate from anything else. They stand strong on their own. Writing is one of those things, and we would do well to remember it.
Most of us write because we must write, because if we don’t write, then a part of our vision is out of focus, a piece of our heart is off rhythm. Expressing ourselves through the written word, we can make some kind of sense of our world, or at least celebrate its
chaos. The writing is how we heal ourselves, challenge ourselves, explore our souls, and make solid something that is up until that point, ethereal. The next step is sharing what we write, because that is how others can use our words to heal themselves, challenge themselves, explore their souls, and welcome something ethereal into a world that is far too solid.
If we make money from our writing it is wonderful. It frees up our time so we can do more of it. But let’s not make the mistake of thinking that a few paltry sheckles have any value whatsoever in the face of the true worth of our work.