FRIDAY, 8 APRIL 2011
I like money. And it can certainly be said that I hate to be broke.
Several things I have learned about making money have also worked exactly as it said on the proverbial box. I can thus say that I know how to make at least a little bit of money.
But it’s almost as if everything stops there. Money came out after I had pushed a button, in a manner of speaking. So it makes sense to press the button again, does it not?
What actually happens is quite fascinating. And extremely frustrating. I would mumble something about pressing buttons, and a few related things. Then I’ll listlessly hit the button again – the same one that had produced money a day or a week previously.
And then it’s almost – could it possibly be true? – as if I lose interest!
How can this be? Isn’t it true that I enjoy having money! And it can certainly be said that I hate being broke!
Work ethic is not the problem. If I have to work on a writing project, I can be nearly as productive as a whole office full of people. I will work at it seven days a week, from shortly after I’ve swallowed down my breakfast until just before bedtime. It’s a natural process. I don’t have to motivate myself or psych myself up in the slightest degree.
Is discipline the problem? And is “discipline” a code word for “You must be willing to work on things that bore you to death”?
Then I’d have to accept it: You either have to work on things that are boring, or be happy with being broke. Or you have to pay other people to do most of the mind-numbing stuff, and focus your own efforts on, amongst other things, the quality of the end product.
In short, if you don’t want to do boring work, you have to be smart.