Why can’t anything be simple anymore? Even the ‘simplest’ things are complicated. It’s frustrating. Seriously.
It seems that everything comes with a price tag nowadays. Gone are the days when you could get something as simple as a glass of water without paying for it, given to you from the kindness of peoples’ hearts. Now, we want to charge for even the basic necessities. In a way, I can understand this. In another way, I think it’s crap.
I’ve been trying to make it as a writer for over ten years. I’ve been working on the same book for just as long. Now that I’m older, I’m seeing more and more of the ins and outs of the industry of writing, along with the cold, hard truth. However, it’s not impossible to make it as a writer – far from it! You just need the right tactic. I, however, am still figuring that out.
I’ve always been a bit on the naïve side, I will hesitantly admit. That is where this little story that follows comes in: I was applying for WordAds here on WordPress.com, and I only realized after I paid for a Premium membership that I need thousands of pageviews a month to be able to even qualify for WordAds. The lesson to take away here: always make sure you know what you’re doing, what you want, and what your plan is before purchasing something. That having been said, I don’t regret a thing. Well, other than asking my mom to help me pay for it, since I’m broke as heck. Yeah, that’s one thing I’ll be upset about for a while. I absolutely hate asking for money. I’m the type of person who wants to do everything for myself by myself.
Despite the fact that I consider myself a decent writer, I have no idea how this will turn out. I’m a very, very small fish in a very, very big ocean, trying to get noticed. That’s scary, and very intimidating. But I think that, in a way, it can be just as influential and motivating as it is terrifying. It will push me forward, out of my comfort zone, and force me to attack what is really at the forefront: my deep rooted fear and avoidance of the social aspects of life in addition to having to get things done and commit to something. Hey, at least I know I have issues!
I think it’s hard for writers to live in such a complicated world because we struggle so much with everyday life. At least, that’s what I believe. I believe that we are a collection of people, all trying to be one person while at the same time trying to separate, find our own ways and our own identities. Add that to being so very in tune with the details of this world and the result can be overwhelming. It’s hard when you’re wired to notice everything. While it makes you a better writer, it can be hard on the mental and emotional physique. I tend to notice just about everything (despite being naïve in nature), and that is the primary reason I don’t watch the news. Of course I’ll see the main story, but then I can’t help but see all of the little details and hear those little words that stick out in my mind. It can get hard when it roots itself in my head, only to swirl around and around driving me crazy at night. Maybe there’s more than one reason why I’m a night owl.
But at the core of all of these thoughts that intrude my head along with noticing all of those details is something that makes everything worth it: being able to capture that human emotion. That human pain, and the ability to perfectly describe with precision how things affect a person. I think that is something that needs to be at the core of every good writer: the ability to describe with excruciating detail how painful those small aspects are, no matter how irrelevant they may seem to the people around you. Being a writer is exhausting, but equally parts rewarding.
What do I love the most about being a writer? Being able to describe things in detail, immortalizing them within words on a page, never to be forgotten. The twinkling city lights from the hospital room when I sat in bed, sick as a child, enamored by all the colors against the dark night sky. All of the different shades of green on a leaf that blows in the wind, detaching itself from its home on the tree and starting its journey. The way a cat yawns and slowly closes its eyes, reassured that it is indeed safe around me after spending five years homeless and mistreated. It’s these things that keep me going as a writer. It’s these things that make noticing all of those painful details worth it in the long run. And it’s these things that can keep you going as a writer, too.
So, what do you love the most about being a writer?