No more writing from this bastard

The good doctor said, “It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.” Which is very apt for my situation. Well, not in a literal sense, but more to do with my career as a journalist — it ate shit and died.

My absence from writing for Westender, Go Gonzo Journal and this blog should have made that very obvious.

After months of looking for a paid gig my motivation dropped down to zero.

In psychology, something I have discussed earlier, you have what is called incentive. This deeply affects a person’s motivation. Simplified and brief; no incentive, no motivation.

As a journalist I had two incentives. My passion for the craft and an income. The income incentive was non-existent. It also affects my ability to not only work as a journalist, but also stay alive and have a place called home.

It is time to come clean. I have only mentioned it briefly and been extremely evasive about it. Since I started working as a freelance journalist I have been paid $0 for five years. Do the math. If that doesn’t kill a person’s incentive, I don’t know what will.

Lucky for me I have a background in IT — another (obvious) passion of mine. I am starting my new IT job next month with gusto.

Finally after so many years without an income I will actually get paid to do something I am good at and enjoy.

Before I start my new job I will be working on an article. Actually, it will be more like a column as I anticipate it to be rather long. My swan song if you will. Kind of a mini autobiography focused on my (short) career as a journalist and the weird shit I experienced. I hope to finish it within four weeks, but I won’t promise anything — don’t hold your breath while waiting for it1.

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro,” was another thing Dr. Hunter S. Thompson said. It got weird. I tried to turn pro, but it didn’t work for me.


  1. This post was finished almost two weeks ago. So my swan song might arrive between in a month or never. Really don’t give a shit anymore. Don’t even give a shit if I have some minor mistakes in the text either. Fuck it! 
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