I had to re-read this post twice. After thinking about how I’ve been approaching my work lately, I realized I’ve tried to make it work. In the process, I forgot why I started writing in the first place. This was a reflection I needed and now? Let’s have some fun!
A lady found out I was a writer. “That’s so cool!” she said.
“Well, you would think so, wouldn’t you?” I said.
Youtube stars make more money. Singers don’t have to write so much or so long and can do the same performance over and over. Writers may work for years on one project (though I don’t recommend that.) We rarely attract adoring crowds.
Another guy, upon finding out I write, asked, “Is it worth it?”
“Is it worth it?” I echoed, vacillating between anger, sadness and not understanding the question.
“Yeah,” the guy said. “Do you make any money at it?”
“Any? Some,” I said. Jesus! How did a random chat with a stranger suddenly turn into a shitty conversation with someone I don’t like at a family reunion?
That was one of those uncomfortable moments where, in the mind of another, I was a loser. (Not my first time.)
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