My new friend Jeff Goins is popping up all over.
Last week I find out he knows @paulsteinbrueck, whom I recently met at a conference. Then yesterday I see he’s chatting on Twitter with @ryanhaack, an old pal from college. We both have pieces popping up with @relevantmag. And we both work for quality nonprofit organizations.
But I can’t sign Jeff’s The Writer’s Manifesto. It’s like driving a van with all the windows painted blue.
So I need to take my own shot at a manifesto in response.
The Big Blue Van Manifesto
I have my own problems, I can “write to be adored.”
And craft is pre-eminent. We need to work hard to produce our best.
But does “the desire to be heard corrupt the art”?
“Whether the work is successful or acknowledged is not important.”
Is “writing for myself” a worthy goal to pursue?
“Creating is our primary concern.”
“Real writers do not write for recognition…(and do not) need an audience to begin.”
I guess I’m not a real writer.
I want a more just, more beautiful, more joyful, more honest world. That is why I write. I want people to be informed, provoked, and changed.
I write for my audience. And I do not apologize for that.
If I am not serving others with my words, I’m just sitting inside my big blue van. Alone in the dark.
Give me windows any day.