My Humble Humpday Offering I havent been writing much lately, not that I havent had things to say. I have made a few posts here and there on blogs and such. But working on my books had slowed to a crawl. Why? Ive been building my brand through social media and helping others do the same. Publicity, marketing, advertising, mass media are all things I studied when I was in college along with writing and literature. Its all connected inside of me. So in a way working on any one of those things is also working on the others. Each requires a different part of my creativity, but it all comes together. Ive been looking for a job, something temporary to pay bills and afford me a place to sleep that is not imposing on others. Thats been a distraction as well. Perhaps that is the real reason Im not spending as much time writing creatively. Ive sought some inspiration in the writing of others, figuring I need to write some reviews for the sake of my credibility as a writer. Reviews are necessary for sales and they can be a quid pro quo situation amongst colleagues, though its usually not. Some writers dont get it that we are all in this together and bucking the same system trying to get recognized for what we love doing. The odds are against us but were all a little crazy so what does it matter that were not being realistic. Reality sucks anyway, right? What I am doing is the right thing. It is the only thing left that I really want to do. I tried everything else that I thought would make me happy and some of those things worked for a while. But it always ended up coming back to writing. The only reason I survived years upon years of torture and torment doing this and that to get by was because I had writing to fall back on. It was my haven bringing balance to my life. Others who dont write or have any artistic inclinations dont understand the compulsion. And thats okay. They probably dont read much either. They watch TV and that gives meaning to their life and fills the downtime when they arent earning a living. They go to movies and watch artists acting out role that other artists created with written words and still other artists turned into cinematic magic framing the shots, getting the lighting just right and directing editing and setting it all to music. The average person probably doesnt understand writers but without us there would be no stories to read to children at night and no great adventures for others to escape the harshness of reality a few thousand words at a time. I write because I need to write just as people love to read because they enjoy doing it. Without books life doesnt work out as well for any of us. I can delay writing to do other things and defer it until tomorrow or the next day, but eventually what I have to say will come out somehow. Its how it is. Whats the point or resisting the connection with whatever it is that makes me want to be creative? I might not explode if I didnt write but Id be miserable. Theres already at least one too many miserable people in the world.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 08:08:02 +0000
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