Bradley | Aug 12, 2019 | 0
A is for Acknowledgment
I’m taking on a new challenge for the month of April: The Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Because my life is so dull, I have no work to do, and I can’t think of any topics to write about … I’m going to tag them for the month with the AtoZ tag.
I’m acknowledging that I’m going to be a writer again. No wait a sec, I am a writer again. Again? Hmm, I am a writer, have been a writer, will always be a writer. I’m a writer if I write. So I will write. I am writing. I’m a writer.
Now that I got that out of the way.
You non-writers might not quite get this flurry of self-confusion, but writers are an odd lot. Personally, writing doesn’t quite cut the mustard of “real job” in the eyes of some, especially if you’re not getting paid for it or possibly worse, getting paid a little for it. Because then it went from hobby (fun, side thing, like gardening) to low-paying job (embarrassment, waiting-for-something else, short-term thing). For now, I’ll take the zero pay label because I’m … an addict.
Is it worse to do something you love and not get paid for it (hobby) or get paid little for it (bad job)?
Addiction was almost my “A” word for today, but it’s a little, hmm, negative. I can’t really kick writing. I have always known that I would get back into it, I just wasn’t sure when. But like jogging, I know it’s good for me, I like doing it (or rather, I like having done it), and I miss it when I’m not doing it–or haven’t done it.
If you’re not a writer and are wondering what this is all about, you can just stop reading now. But I’m almost done.
Back to the addicts. At AA (I’ve seen in movies … ) they have to stand up and admit they’re an alcoholic. It’s difficult to do. Please don’t get me wrong with my little analogy here as I realize that alcoholism and being “addicted to writing” is a whole different ball game, but I can’t think of a better one. I still can’t really stand up at a gathering of people and feel that I have the right to say, “I’m a writer.” Partly embarrassed, partly I feel I don’t deserve it, partly I think it’d be boasting.
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Some people might say that a writer is someone who is paid for their writing. OK, I get that. A young man who plays baseball is still a baseball player, but he’s not paid for it. That would be a professional baseball player. Maybe that’s the difference. OK, I can accept that.
But he’s still a baseball player. And I’m still a writer.