I used to write for me, now I write for others. I changed when I realized other people existed.
Did you notice the change? My entries are shorter. And edited. And while not exactly interesting, they should no longer feel like you’re sticking a sharp toothpick soaked in lemon juice into your eye. I cut down on Goal, shrinking it to a bite-sized five-hundred words. That’s a minimum, which (I hope) will allow me to deliver more quality.
My epiphany occurred in the shower this morning. I realized that screwing the reader was awfully selfish, especially when I plan to write for an audience someday (best-selling great-American novelist, anyone?). My entries will be more polished and hopefully readable. I have to start practicing sometime.