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)
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