Monday, November 29, 2004

My profession...a RANT

Okay then. I write. It's what I do. What I live for. What I love. However, today I was told that my writing profession translated into...I DO NOTHING. Yes, in CAPS. At least that's what it sounded like coming out. I just play on the computer. Whiling away my day tapping on the keyboard and doing a big bunch of nothing.
Okay...I'm pissed. I'm not glossing this over. It hurt. And LORD, it made me mad. So. I offer this:
Writing is a noble profession. At times, thankless. Not readily understood. Abstract and not easily defined or seen. Not measured by traditional means and methods. But joyful. Necessary to my soul. I may not bring in six figures...right NOW...but don't count me out. My writing is my purpose. My calling. I don't put down what you do, and don't you EVER AGAIN put down what I do.
How easy it is to criticize what we don't understand and which means so little to us. Open up your mind. Not everything is measured in dollars and cents. My work is measured in feelings. Emotions. Purpose. This is my LIFE. Accept it. And if you can't do that...then shut up (GGG)
Grins*

2 comments:

Joely Sue Burkhart said...

Grrrrr. I hate it when people say things so casually, oblivious to the hurt they cause! Maybe the Wicked Witch can cast a particularly nasty spell toward this person and deny them the ability to READ.

Michelle said...

I'm guessing that you a signifigant other type conversation today...It's not funny. But I have one of those every other day. Could be because my house looks like a red and green tornado went through it. I haven't mopped my kitchen in two weeks. The sheets on my bed need to be changed...and the list goes on and on.

My favorite one that I get is " I don't care if you write, but all you do is get on that computer and check your emails. If you want to write, write. But do it after dinners done would you?"

My response: "I've got a cast iron skillet with your name on it bud. Come on...Let's rumble"

Hang in there sweetie! You've got a great story cooking in the old noggin! It's going to be fantastic...We'll all be able to say we knew you when!!!
Big hugs from one of your Goblin Sisters!
(Yep. the one that can't spell)