Recently, there had been that Twitter meme going around about your first seven jobs — I played, did my list, and I put “writer” on there because it was, is, and hopefully shall remain, a job. But it’s also not a job — for some, it’s a hobby, for others, an art form, for others still, merely an aspiration. And for many of us, it’s all of those things bound up with duct tape and shoved in the trunk of a fast-speeding car about to careen off a cliff.
I had thoughts on writing as work — and as not-work — which I’m putting in here.
5 responses to “Writing Is Work, And It’s Art, Except When It’s Not”
Wow its some world you live in. A writing shed in the garden with unicorns frolicking around you. Are there pixies on toadstools smoking long pipes too?
I love your writing equals art, art equals writing pep talks. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy towards my writing knowing that others too are hacking away at getting words from mind to page.
“Sometimes writing is not-writing” Yes! That’s where I’m at right now. I have this weird system where I can’t seem to write except at the beginning and end of each month. So next week I’ll be furiously typing away to get an idea explosion into a word document. 😀
This is what keeps me coming back here. (And keeps me writing, on bad days.) Thank you for being you, Chuck.
Back to the dirty work of edits. Because it is becoming increasingly real that this bloody thing might actually see the light of day outside my laptop sooner rather than later… o.0
You could say, writing is Artwork.
…I’m sorry. That joke was disgusting.
I’ve always considered creative endeavors that yield tangible benefits to be more in the vocations category than simply a “job”. I don;t want to bring my job home with me. But I want my vocation to be 24/7. I want to live it. Not currently doing that, unfortunately.