Writing is a curious occupation.
If a person is
broke, stays up all night, sleeps all day, takes notes while listening
in on a private conversation, thinks out loud, bursts into laughter for
no apparent reason, and hangs around the house in their underwear
staring at a computer screen for hours on end while drinking a cocktail
or five, that person would be thought of as a loser, a creep, and an
alcoholic.
Or a college student.
But
because I fancy myself a writer, all of that is considered part of the
job: it's research. You don't even have to get paid as a writer to be
one. You just have to write.
Since any experience is
now fair game for creative material, I can always tell people I'm
working if I get caught doing something weird. Which is pretty much all
the time.
Except for right now. I am doing something weird, but at least I'm not working.
It's
noon; time to start getting ready for my real job - the one that pays.
Unfortunately, they expect you to show up fully clothed.
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