When I’m not publishing, and serving as people’s web monkey instead, life seems hopeless. It’s right back to where I started before.
So necessary is the daily writing that without it my future is in peril. Everyone’s future is, for that matter. It and the publishing are the only things that will set me free.
What happens with the web monkey thing: Because it’s not a passion of mine, I turn into a pursuer of money. And once that kicks into gear, what’s the point? I mean, I could just as well be a bartender if I want to make money.