I have been having a hiatus from blogging over the last 2 months unfortunately something called work started to interfere with my life again – but you have got to be able to pay the mortgage somehow.
The first couple of weeks my schedule was completely out of sync. Somehow I managed to work and start selling product on Amazon under my own business name at the same time. Something had to give, while writing is a passion it had to be placed on the “not right now shelf.”
Over the last few weeks I have been managing to scrape some time to continue reading. I recently bought a book for people dallying with the idea of writing for a living. In the front of the book in all its glory was the rather terrifying job description;
“The writer, perhaps more than any of his fellow artists, has access to the human subconscious. His words sink deep, shaping dreams, easing the pain of loneliness, banishing incantations and omens, keeping alive the memories of the race, providing intimations of immortality, nourishing great anticipations, sharpening the instinct for justice, and imparting respect for the fragility of life. These functions are essential for human evolution.” – Norman Cousins
Goodness what responsible writers have – who knew?
The book is full of helpful advise
“Keep a low overhead. You’re not going to make a lot of money”
and my personal favourite;
“The key to a successful writing career is to be born brilliant, with flawless work habits, little need for sleep and wealthy grandparent who own a prestigious magazine and publishing house.” – Dinty Moore
It comes as no surprise that some of the most successful writers were not able to give up their day job;
- Hans Christian Anderson – worked in a tobacco factory
- Charles Dickens – pasted labels on bottles of shoe polish
- Milan Kundera – worked as a labourer and a jazz musician
- T.S. Eliot – was a banker
- Agatha Christie – was an Apothecaries’ assistant
- Anthony Trollope – was a civil servant
- Harper Lee – was an airline reservation assistant
- Stephen King – was a janitor
- Margaret Atwood – worked in a coffee shop
- Douglas Adams – was a body guard
- J K Rowling – was unemployed single mum
- Sophie Kinsella – was a financial journalist
With a job description like the above it looks like a lot more practice is in order and unfortunately the day job will have to continue.
Unless there are any publishing grandparent tycoons that want to adopt?