In my quest to be a writer – or, more significantly, to be an author – I have met a lot of like-minded people and I’ve read a lot of books on the subject of writing, publishing, writing well, publishing made easy, writing quickly, publishing traditionally, writing despite distractions, publishing against all odds…you get the idea. I’ve read a lot of books.
Though reading to be a writer is important, I finally came to the incredibly easy conclusion that to be a writer I had to – duh – write.
So I put down the books (lined them up neatly on my bookshelves) and dove in to writing. That was several years ago and I’m still writing. I have always been a bit of a commitment-phobe so nobody is more amazed than I that my fingers are still tickling the keyboard in obsessed story pursuit.
I love what I do. I’ve never found anything that gave me the soul-serving, this-is-my-life, it’s-about-time-I-found-fulfillment type happiness that writing brings me. The only other thing that gives me that is my art. Stick a paint brush in my hand with a full range of paint colors and I am in my own version of heaven. If I could spend every minute of every day writing and painting…oh my goodness! True happiness!
But, as anyone with creative skills can tell you, it’s not as easy as it sounds. Have you ever heard of starving artists? It’s a lot of work. You have to decide early on where you want it to go. Do you want to make a living at it or is it ‘just’ a hobby…not that writing or painting as a hobby is a bad thing, maybe it’s the best thing. I have turned a lot of interests into businesses over the years only to see them crash and burn and disappear from my life forever. Was it a passion, can your passion leave you that easily if it doesn’t make you rich? Maybe it wasn’t your passion after all.
So I love to write and paint (create art in many forms). I’m not getting rich and probably never will, but I still love what I do. Am I committed? I think so, but then…how long does commitment last? Are there rules about such a thing?