I repeat my apology that is so sincerely stated in my subject line. My life has been the opposite of busy, but at the same time I have filled it up with writing plot scenarios and hashing out chapters.
I have been contemplating things over the past few weeks. I think that writers get judged harshly and that most people stick them into terrible stereotypes. I realize that stereotypes ring some tones of truth, but lemme tell you a little somethin’ somethin’. If someone paints, for hours a day, every day, they sweat, cry, pour their heart and their soul into their painting, is it wrong to call themselves a painter? Do they have to be PAID in order to have the societal “right” to call themselves a painter? I don’t think that they do. I was a freelance artist for awhile. I got paid to paint and to draw comics, but I would have considered myself an artist, a comic artist to be specific, before I was paid to do it. Why? Because I practiced all the time, mostly during church events - haha. I also drew and painted many comic pieces that I gave away to people as presents. I have also done this with my writing.
When someone asks me, “what do you do” I get all fangdangled because of my current situation of being in between everything. I am not a student because I am on summer holidays, I am not a employee of anything (yet) and I fill my hours writing in a squished orange chair (or wherever there is the least amount of noise). The last time someone asked me “what do you do?” I said “I write” and they scoffed - following up with “well have you had anything published?” to which I replied “no, but..” to which they interrupted, “well then, you aren’t a writer.” scoff scoff scoff. Other things were said, but at the time I was flustered and babbly because I cannot seem to grasp the concept of immediate retort and end up surrendering to hurt feelings. Now, I am not hurt in the slightest, as this was several weeks ago. I understand the reasoning behind the scoff. It is because of jokes like this:
(here is the huge expanded version of this family guy clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRigWnMTWUY )
I know what you are thinking because I think it too. I know that writing rarely turns into something you can actually live off of and that people like JK Rowling, or Mormon Sensation Stephanie Myers hit the ultimate jackpots. I know that most people who want to be writers, or who are writers, wouldn’t be able to really get their books published. I know it’s a crap situation out there. I know that e-books are replacing the comfort of the novel. I know this all - but what I know more than any of this is that I don’t give friggin’ ratcraps about anything other than that I have a story that is bursting out of me that I can’t resist from writing it down. Does this make me better than anyone else? Hell no. On the contrary, I am throwing rationality out of my cerebral window, which makes me a fool — or an artist. Who knows? Definitely not you, or me.
Yes, I’ll get a “real” job. Yes, I’ll finish my Honours Degree. Yes, I’ll marry Donny and be the best wife I can be, but I’ll silently curse you to hell if you come at me with an attitude that I am somehow failing to be a writer, because I’m not getting PAID for it.
And another thing! If anyone judges my writing on this blog, shame on you! This blog is hardly a creative effort. It’s a rambling bambling mess! It’s vomit on toast.
And for those of you who want to see the rest of Flight and the Conchords’ song “Hurt Feelings” here it is:
I should probably add that I am not hurt by the comments made about me writing and how pretentious I sound when I say that I am working on a novel…I just really wanted to embed that video. <3
Peace.
And of course, if you are up for it we can have a healthy debate of what it really means to be an artist.













































