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Jesus, but I fucking hate the cold. Currently, it's sunny, 39˚F, with a windchill of 34˚F, which is, of course, a vast improvement over the last two days. But it's still cold as hell.I feel as if my whole life has become about just living long enough to be once more in a place where winters are no so brutal.

“There's something horrifying about having your memory become part of the public memory.” ~ Mary Karr

“When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.” ~ Jean Rhys

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Because even in winter I have bills to pay.

I'm wearied by the "There would be no joy in my life if I could not write!" folks, especially the ones who've not spent two decades with no other means to make a living. I have never loved writing, which usually surprises, and sometimes angers, people to hear, but it's the truth. Most often, I have loathed writing. But it's what I'm good at. So, it's what I do. There's no romance, no mystery, no pie in the sky. It's my job.

And that's it for now.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

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pisceanblue
Jan. 6th, 2016 06:34 pm (UTC)
I'm wearied by the "There would be no joy in my life if I could not write!" folks
Agreed. There are far too many people who believe they have to romanticize writing (or whatever creative form they're engaged in). People who are far too precious about being "artists" - when that's something which (IMO) should be an outside validation rather than an internal label. I believe many of those people have no real idea what a struggle it is to actually create something of value, something which is deeper than their own "artistic" delusions. But then again we now live in a world with very few gatekeepers so anyone can attempt to pursue this fantasy without engaging in the reality at all.
e_d_young
Jan. 6th, 2016 11:27 pm (UTC)
Wow... interesting comment, especially the part about outside validation and internal labels.
harrietbrown
Jan. 7th, 2016 03:59 am (UTC)
Speaking of "pursuing this fantasy without engaging in the reality at all," I did NaNoWriMo this past November. I made it to 35,000 words. I now know writing for a living is ridiculously hard. I still have cuts on my fingertips from typing so much. It's hard on the body, it requires a great deal of mental effort, and you have to be in good mental and physical shape to attempt it. Not to mention having a strong ego that deals with rejection and criticism.

So, in short, I agree with you and greygirlbeast. It's not something just anyone can do.
dipsomaniac
Jan. 6th, 2016 08:22 pm (UTC)
I'm wearied by the "There would be no joy in my life if I could not write!" folks, especially the ones who've not spent two decades with no other means to make a living.

I've always loved art and used to consider myself an artist. There was a time I couldn't imagine being anything other than an artist. But it's been nearly two years since I've created anything personal. After almost two decades working in a creative field for little more than peanuts I am burnt out.
mevennen
Jan. 7th, 2016 11:14 am (UTC)
I like writing and I'm good at it, but I'd FAR rather be happy than write. I don't personally subscribe to the 'If I cannot write I am NOTHING' attitude, because I'm a lot more than a writer: I am other things and I do other things. On occasion, as recently, those other things have taken priority.
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