Textbroker had become a shadow. I had slacked off on work from private clients and HubPages simply pissed me off enough that I stopped adding content. All of that simply translates to the income suffering. I wasn't in the right frame of mind but, at least I knew it.
When your evaluations go from excellent to acceptable, there's something seriously wrong. I don't like being "acceptable." Ever. In my opinion, acceptable is mediocre at best. If my work suffers in one place, it suffers in all places. So I stopped writing at most of the venues, stopped pitching articles to websites and slowed WAY down here.
Life can seriously gut kick you sometimes and you have no idea what it's going to screw up in the long run.
I love writing. At the risk of sounding conceited, most of the time I think I'm pretty good at it. I take pride in the majority of the word collections that I put together and put out into the world. The grammar may not always be correct but that's intentional. If I wrote something that was 100% grammatically correct, it would bore you to tears. This isn't a textbook, it's a blog.
I broke down a few days ago and decided that I wanted to see where I'm at mind wise, so I picked up a couple of orders for Textbroker. Quick orders that I knew I could write in just a few minutes. They were accepted quickly and... evaluated as excellent.
Honestly, it was an ego stroke that I probably needed because you are currently reading today's warm up writing and it feels really freakin' good to write it. I needed this like the wildflowers need the sunshine. Yes, it's just that serious.
I took this career jump years ago with all of the expectations and assumptions of being able to make it work. Little did I know that the words coming out of the end of my fingers onto the keyboard would be so affected by the events that happen around me. It's crazy. It's unbelievable. But it's life.
And the music in the room keeps creeping up louder and louder.
I seriously feel like I'm home.
Happy rainy Tuesday my friends.