We've talked about this before. And you know what I do for a living - hardly soul-feeding stuff.

But it does allow me to live a lifestyle I like. In its own way, maybe the content I churn out is more nourishing than I think, because it allows me to live in a way that DOES feed my soul?

Writing on Medium this last couple of years has forced me to confront this same issue. I can make money writing. I can write things I love. But I haven't found a way to do both.

And I don't want to. Not any more. The minute your income depends on your words, things get muddy. The audience starts watching over your shoulder as you write, and I can't write like that. Not well, anyway.

That's where I am with it. And obscurity has its benefits. I'm not interested in being what a writer is now, which is basically a Twitter personality/dickhead influencer.

It still bothers me sometimes that my voice goes nearly completely ignored. But then I ask myself, who am I that I need to be heard from?