Promiscuous writing

I still think this is the best possible time to be a writer. Us aspiring wordsmiths have never had more ways to share our work with pretty much anyone who wants to read it. You may have noticed that I have taken a wild hair to start what I am calling my Open Writing Project on my website here. I send a link to every new piece that I write out on Twitter. I'm also putting those pieces up on Wattpad and on Medium and on Biosgraphy. Heck, I should probably go start a Tumblr, but I haven't done that yet.

The point is, right now the only meaningful gatekeeper between my work and publication is me deciding to publish it. I can't make anyone read it--but I'm not really looking for involuntary readers. I'm not promised any profit for my efforts--but my primary reason for writing isn't to make money.

I write to be read. The good news about this new publishing reality is that I am being read; not by millions or even tens of thousands, but I am being read. I'm able to share my work all over the internet, promiscuously posting here and there where interested readers can find my words.

Interested readers can find my work: that's all I can ask. There's never been a better time to be a writer.


Postscript: I wrote this little post last night to be ready for a final review before posting this morning. Before I got to the reviewing and posting bit, though, I was catching up on other reading and saw this spot-on post from Seth Godin. As always, Seth provides a better metaphor for the big picture of writing and publishing than I ever could. It's well worth a read.