Becoming a Professional WriterTo become a professional writer
A Surprising Way to Become a Professional Writer
You want to compose a novel one of these days. Damn, you wouldn't care to get compensated for sharing it with the people. And before you know it, you'll be using words like "someday and wannabe." You' re thinkin' small again, like an mob. What if you stop thinkin' like that?
If all it took to become a writer was to think one? Never would I have described myself as a writer and certainly not seriously tried to make anything public. When you read the diary for a while, you know these words - "You are a writer, you just have to write" - have really changed my world.
However, here's the thing: when I began to think differently about who I really was - a writer, not a would-be - I didn't felt compelled. I had to believe in a way that I could be a writer before I became one. Everyday I see those who want to be a writer.
It was the same thing I wanted - not glory or wealth, just an occasion to say something that I hope would be heard and appreciated by all. Now that I have published four volumes and had the chance to talk to tens of millions of people every single months, I am astonished at how important this easy change of mentality was to me.
For me or you or any of us to do the actual work of a writer, we need to stop looking for and instead learning to ask better people.
They see themselves as the king of this castle.
but then I realised I was scared of the universe. Well not so much "space" as "space kites living in space". You say, "Chuck, kites don't exist in space," and I mock. Kites hiding behind moon.
However, the point is, you might be sittin' over there and think it's day to walk on those old waist wading pants and walk through the swamp that's the professional writer's world. It' hard to be a writer and it' s like King Shit of Turd Castle. To be a writer means to lurk far deeper at the stake than one would wish.
It is a miracle to write in the distance: it is a cotton-cane of God. It is the weave of stories, the chanting of bardsongs, the creation of personalities that come to live like Frankenstein's monsters with a flash of his own glorious spirit. "But once you have familiarized yourself with it, the spell will die on the grapevine.
Livin' the lives of a professional writer will either a) removing your delusion that writer's bloc is a genuine thing (it's not) or b) removing your donkey from the lives of the professional writer. The writer lock is faked. It' just some counterfeit intellectual crap that authors (during the 1456 Grandiloquent Penmonkey Council of Dusseldorf) invented so they can apologize for a nonwriting sod.
You' get a writer's embargo, you don't type, you don't write, you don't get payed, and, well - see previous commentary, regarding: Gossen, Hosen, Tod. You' re not hearing other jobs suffer such rubbish, are you? "Writer's block? No. If your real earnings depend on the words you are producing, you'll get closed off that crap realaaaal quickly, hey.
Only writer's death is the way a man kicks both of your hand and cracks all of your finger. "Ecosystems thrive when they have greater biological richness, i.e. greater species and species richness. People live oniversity. The act of typing is to put words on a piece of cardboard.
Pronounced professional typing is the act of hitting over the top and neck using a hoop that puts words on tissue for moneys. "Some authors, you put cash and deal in relation to a writer, they shrug and make spasms and faces like you just Jizzed in their milk shake.
Those people aren't quite set up for primary yet. To going professional means to do all sorts of things that contradict this notion, that the art of the writer is a manorial, artistic work. This means overcoming the pains and learn how to make a spread sheet showing revenue, expenditure, writing plans, spent litres of bourbon, shedding crying.
There is a whole shabby underclass to being a pro-writer who, for some reason, don't want to talk about writers. Sure. You may not be prepared for that kind of living, though. There are space kites here, after all.