Money, money, money, money... MONEY!

So, if you blog, you know that you really don't think that anyone reads your blogs. You think you're just pontificating for the catharsis of your own soul. I've always thought it would be a little egotistical of me to think people read these.

And then, every so often, someone mentions that they are missing your posts... (you know who you are, and thank you). As a "writer," there is literally nothing more fulfilling that finding out people get enjoyment from reading your work.

I was talking to the boss at my temp job the other day. He knows I write, and he's an avid reader, so he's always asking me about it. We were talking about J.K. Rowling, and how she went from relative obscurity to the richest woman in Great Britain. Then he asked me a surprising question- one I had never been asked. He said, "are you motivated by money?" I thought for a second, and said, quite honestly, "no." I've never had money- my parents have never had money. Maybe if I used to have it and lost it, I would. But I've actually never seen any inherent value in money. Even when I worked in 401(k)s at Fidelity... I'd have a hard time understanding it. My boss eventually gave me a book that was quite literally the history of money. I still didn't get it. I will never be a saver. I will never be rich. I will always spend my money on nights out with my friends, and cute purses, and giving money to homeless people. I'm okay with that. I'm rich in life, if not in cold, hard cash.

What does motivate me, though, is someone saying, "I really like your blog." "I really like your writing." "Your note really meant a lot to me." I will never tire of telling people what I think about the world, and finding out what they think too. And if someone should want to hear my musings on life (still a miracle to me)- it's all the motivation I need.