When you tell people you’re a writer, and especially if it’s your sole source of income, the common reaction is one of envy.
Writing for a living seems to be something many people want to do.
Or say they want to do.
I try to be polite to those who say, carelessly, that they plan to “take up writing” after they retire from whatever professional work they are now involved with, as though (which it is, of course, for many people) it’s simply an amusing and relaxing hobby, like knitting or making birdhouses.
Too often, they quickly discover that writing well, often and consistently is work. Yup!
How many times have you gone to the “blogging”, “books” or “writing” tags, eager for inspiration and camaraderie, to find another whiny post pleading “writer’s block?” I’ve wasted many fruitless hours there only to find people posting (!) about how they have nothing to say or don’t know how to say it.
Bus drivers get into the seat, turn on the engine and drive. That’s their job. They don’t wring their hands about it or turn to strangers for guidance on how to do it or tell us they really don’t feel like doing it at all.
They don’t stand around the bus terminal waiting for divine inspiration or a muse to give them directions.
They just get on with it.
Yes, I’m being impatient and judgmental. But writing is work, and therefore requires discipline, focus, concentration, study, practice, reflection. None of which are cute, fun, easy or offer a guaranteed result of excellence.
Of course, I have days here my views fall off a bloody cliff. Tant pis. Nothing I can do about it but bang out another post and hope for the best.
Here’s a recent blog post that was Freshly Pressed on the value of blogging regularly.
Which writers inspire you?
Which blogs do you enjoy the most, and why?
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