There are times when I’ve written nothing substantial in weeks. There are times my only word hurling happens between the college-ruled lines of a $.70 notebook. It’s times like last night when I go to visit a friend to find him typing away manically at an 11 or 12 page story that I wholely notice that I’ve been writing next to nothing. There are times I wonder if I only consider myself a writer because I can’t think of anything else. Certainly isn’t because it’s easy.
These are those times.
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I stopped considering myself a writer quite some time ago.
I only fully realized it when I was out for the evening with two other bloggers, and a passel of one of the bloggers female freinds. At one point I was outside having a smoke when one of them asked my name. I told her. Then she squinted at me like I was a peice of crime scene evidence and said “What do you do??”
“Data Entry,” I told her.
She looked vaguely disappointed. “I mean, what are your aspirations?”
“Survival.”
We all reach that point sooner or later. Or not, if your lucky I guess.
I think that’s sort of a NYC thing. I found that people were agressively ALL ABOUT what I was going to do with my career. First question they always asked.
I didn’t find that to be the case in San Francisco or Los Angeles. In LA one might ask you what you are working on. I find that to be a less pointed and, sorry, rude question. In San Francisco I find they ask you if you want sticky green bud. That trip is a little hazy.
Jon, that was a wonderful little story there. I’m torn between my love for pristine micro-fiction (like that by our Britt, or Bob Powers), and my love for gargantuan logorrheic mega-novels (like Heller, Pynchon, Gaddis, those assholes.)
I guess no one’s asking me to choose, though.
Hey - at least you don’t consider yourself a waitress. or a deli boy. or wormfood.
save the labels for after you’re dead. mark twain isn’t really remembered as the world’s greatest riverboat employee. do what thou wilt shall fill the whole of the notebook.
i second that emotion!
Always remember, quality wins over quantity.
You can’t rush art.
James Joyce and J.R.R. Tolkien! Three novels apiece. And they are the two antipodic pillars of modern western lit…
Stephen King? Like three hundred fucking stupid books. And now everyone hates him.
So….. FUCK being prolific.
Stephen King? Like three hundred fucking stupid books. And now everyone hates him.
Except for the three bazillion people who buy his books.
Intellectual posuer.
Wonderful post today, Brittney. I am a frequent reader of your blog and the In a Puddle blog. In high school and college, my English teachers always told me I have a knack for words (even though I have a learning disability called dysnomia, which somehow affects my ability to use them in a concise, meaningful manner). I always got encouragement to write as a career, somehow, but always reneged on that idea because, well, basically because of what you just wrote. I like to write…only when I have something to write. I know my writing’s fairly good, but my own blogs (and offline journals) are so few and far between that I know I’d get burned out if I had any sort of deadline, as I assume you do with writing for that weekly, Britt.
Kudos to you. It’s wonderful to be able to produce good writing, and to see it published, even in a weblog, but to do it day in, day out, would be at least as stressful as any “traditional” job.
Everyone hates stephen king? Did I not get that memo?
You might want to consider selling out like me, and periodically spending some of your obscene salary on high quality booze or drugs to distract yourself from your general contentedness so you can write some good shit.
YOU ARE THE ONES WHO ARE THE BALL LICKERS
You’ve been writing, don’t you ever read your own blog? I thoroughly the writing you do here than any of the other stuff you do. Quit worrying about writing about vague things that don’t have to do with you and try to blossom with this sarcastic spastic self-referencial specific stuff. I think you underestimate the importance of this blog. And plenty of ‘legitimate’ people write like this, listen to NPR sometime (i.e., ‘This American Life’). I think I’ve told you this before.
Great post - I hear you. You’ve just captured exactly how I feel 88% of the time!
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