Tastes good, that first dollar in your pocket after writing something for someone else. Makes you crave more dollars. Like a tattoo - imbedded in your skin forever. Still, the addiction surges through you for more - more tattoos… Soon you may be completely covered in ink -
The analogy fits here, don’t you think - the INK?! -
There is a new fixation within your writing. You become immersed. Writing about everything you see. Everything you hear becomes a new story. Every dream is more elaborate than before. Continuously finding yourself with a pen in hand, the artist within you scrawls out upon the pages scattered about your desk. All of them. Every scrap of note, every draft document, every piece of poetry lying about. The ink sinks into the pages like the needle to your skin.
This craving, you see, has everything and nothing to do with MONEY.
Getting paid is about the instinct to survive. Or might one say “instINKed”. Ha!
It is about sustenance. Bills getting paid, car repairs getting taken care of. ... Maybe there is a little left over for that new tattoo. A permanent illustration of the ink on your paper which provided this image - placed just ever so delicately upon your largest living organ as a noticeable embodiment of your being. Just as those words left impression enough on your client(s), whom paid you enough to even survive IN this skin.
That first dollar goes on the wall and the rest will go to the budget. For none other than ink, and other supplies that every writer needs. It will simmer there, leaving room for the want... the NEED for MORE. More clients. More content. More tattoos. More Success!
Cha Ching!
