More blogging about blogging.

Yesterday I used my writing time to write a story, but it was also my blogging time so I ended up posting it on my blog.

And then I found myself feeling disappointed.

Every time I post a story I write that I actually think it pretty good (or would be with editing), I am giving up the chance for that particular story to be published for real.

And the goal is to be published for real, right?

Not to just post a zillion stories on a blog that may or may not be read by people other than my family and close friends?

My blogging time and writing time have to be kept separate, which means I have to think about them separately. My goal to write 10 minutes every day needs to be specifically for creative writing that takes place outside the blog. Blogging time will be less frequently, so I still have time to play Clue and Monopoly and BrainQuest with the monster.

Do I really need to post on the blog every day?

No.

But I do need to write.

And that writing needs to be productive.

So I’m off to write a story.

But I’m going to keep it a secret.

Good night!

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Speaking of being published for real:

image borrowed from the Bannerwing Books website

Shout out to my writing friend, Ericka Clay, who is celebrating Book Release Day for her novel, Unkept, which was published through Bannerwing Books. Go buy it, read it, and let me know what you think!

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