I stopped writing for fun, this ain't no good

The goddamn thing is I've written on this very topic like three times before in this session. The fact of the matter is that I'll have to write two dozen plus posts in this sitting, so some topics are bound to repeat. That's what happens when you stop writing for fun, writing feels like a chores. You bunch up all your blog posts to one single round of posting, and then don't write for the next few days because you don't don't want to. Because you've killed the fun out of it.

The realization came when my editor asked me to write something. I wrote the thousand words he asked in like fifteen minutes, and spent like ten minutes editing. It was pretty decent, I didn't mind. But the writing was fun, it was enjoyable, because I had a clear vision, a goal, and a reason for writing it. More importantly, it had a clear audience. But most important of all, I was writing it for fun, to impress my reader(s), not to get to a bullshit number I'd set for myself.

So that becomes misery. You know when they say, to keep your muscles working, you need to keep challenging yourself. Well I believe I've stopped challenging myself on this blog. I have set myself astounding low expectations, and struggle to meet it because it's not a worthy cause. There's no expectation of these posts being read by anybody, these words being published or republished anywhere else. This is all for the self, for one's memory, future self. And the future self is aware that past self was quite lazy, so the effort isn't all there.

One wonders, how do i spice up my writing habits? There's some techniques I've documented, but are there other ways I can motivate myself to keep going on, keep experimenting, keep making mistakes and improving on them? Like staying where one is, when one desires being somewhere else, is a silly decision, if the idea is to progress.

Progress is a must. I must look at improving. Choosing growth over unchanging chores.