Why do we write?
I achieved my goal and have monetary proof now. What am I to do?
I start simple and buy my dream car, which thankfully in my simple nature, I purchase a Subaru Baja which isn't expensive. It's an average sized station wagon, but instead of a large hatch on the back, there's an almost useless truck bed on it for hauling something giant like a whole two suitcases. It's a strange Frankenstein of a vehicle, the front half of a Subaru Outback wagon, the back half of an old El Camino, and miscellaneous other tidbits that look as though it went through the back alley of a car show and beat up other vehicles for spare parts. It's ugly, lacks true utility, doesn't excel in any category, and is an all-around enigma in the car community.
I use the rest of the money to go on sabbatical, but a sabbatical where I can be in the headspace I need to be without all the distractions of a metropolis and everyday life.
I take my Subaru Baja up into the mountains with all the necessities to last me a month. I'm up here where the mountains peaks kiss the clouds and the morning fogs sets like a cool blanket upon the warm earth. I nestle in the corner of the firm bed with my laptop and a window overlooking the forest right next to my head. I'm stress free, the money covered all my bases.
I begin to write in my secluded, well-tempered, and stress-free environment that is tailored to my every need.
I start to write, I've come all this way to do so after all. I bust through the first few pages of the sequel easily. I know how to follow up my first book, and I know how to end it.
But then, my fingers stop flying across the keyboard and a realization hits me. I don't want to write a sequel right now. And I don't want to go through the hell of publishing quite yet.
I smile as I pull out my journal of story ideas that I'd had since I was young and look through them like a Christmas list. "What do I want most?" I think as I flip through the pages of stories that have no connection to one another. They're just ideas on a page.
I pick one at random and being to write. I'm not intending on creating a masterpiece this time. I'm writing for me, writing how I want to write and not to appeal to a demographic or for a cause. I write like I'm the creator of the Subaru Baja; I leave in the ugliness of freehand writing, there isn't a designated purpose to its creation, it doesn't excel in anything, and compared to my public writing, it doesn't make much sense.
But it makes me happy to write, and this is the break I needed.