They say that a good writer can write about anything…..but would you?
Many bloggers-myself included, dream of someday becoming professional writers. We secretly hope that our blogs will one day gain a cult following- or better yet, be accidentally discovered by a big-time publisher who google searches “communist wrapping paper”, “fat bastard crying” or “lonely old cat lady for life”. ( <— Sad but true actual search terms that brought people to The Camel Life).
In my fantasy, said publisher will instantly realize what a niche market there is for vignettes about Monday hangovers and exerpts from my childhood diary, and ask me to write a collection of short stories that will gain worldwide recognition and praise.. and as I step on stage and hip check David Sedaris and Sloane Crosley out of the way to accept my Pulitzer, I’ll remember that it all started with a little blog, and a big dream.
Not everyone is as
delusional patient as me though, and some people actually decide to take matters into their own hands. Recently, I read this article about a Toronto writer who was tired of waiting around to be discovered, and quit her cushy, full-time job to be a freelance writer, advertising her services on Craigslist and Kijiji. She was surprised when she actually started receiving replies:
“Some of my jobs are standard web content creation and parenting articles. But then there are the weird and wacky ones. After a stint on an arranged marriage site penning enticements for those seeking ideal partners, it suddenly occurred to me that many love-seekers get no replies because their profiles suck. So now I also ghostwrite dating profiles, creating characters so much cooler than myself that if I weren’t married, I’d totally date them.
Turns out there are people all over the world looking for writers for both business and personal reasons – sometimes way too personal. A recent ad posted on Craigslist sought a romantic-comedy writer to compose a short story about professional women in their 20s and 30s who wear excruciatingly painful heels.”
[The last job was actually for a wealthy man with a foot fetish for “his own, personal use”. She turned him down.]
I thought this article was really interesting, and brought it up it with my homegirl Karen at The Skinny Jeans and Starbucks Chronicles this past weekend over coffee and eggs benny (I wanted to add Mimosas to the mix, but she said no. Something about me being an “embarrassment to myself”). Both of us agreed that while it must have been extremely liberating and exciting for this chick- we could never do it.
It’s not really a question of dignity (because I don’t have any of that left anyway), for me it’s more about freedom. I love writing my blog because it’s mine- I can write about whatever I want, whenever I want, and not have to answer to anyone. (Except my followers, who are getting really sick of hearing Kim Kardashian jokes). It’s an outlet for me to be myself- no matter how ridiculous. I don’t think I would enjoy writing nearly as much if people were telling me exactly what to write, with all kinds of parameters and stipulations and little room for creativity.
Plus, I’m way too risk averse to quit my job and be a freelance anything. Unless it was a freelance wine-drinker and tv-watcher. Cause that would be awesome.