I am a writer. Those four words came from Jeff Goins, author of You Are A Writer (So Start Acting Like One). No sooner did I write these simple words in my writing notebook did I receive an email from the editor at PhotographyTricks.com. It was at that moment that I was offered a paid position as a contributing writer, and the very first time I have been offered a writing job instead of randomly sending out query letters to people I seldom get any response from; a simple acceptance or rejection letter would suffice, but please don’t keep me hanging in the wings for all of eternity.
As a writer, one must write. Write all day, write all night, and fill-in the spaces between days and nights with more writing. Perhaps my greatest obstacle is distraction; there are just so many other things in my daily life which require my attention, and none of them have anything at all to do with writing.
Roald Dahl once said, “The life of a writer is absolute hell compared to the life of a businessman. The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn’t go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him… A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.”
A true writer writes for a multitude of reasons, none of which include financial compensation. Anyone who writes simply for profit, status, or financial gain is writing for the wrong reasons. I write as an expressive form of art, and in some ways, I sometimes suffer for my art; it simply wouldn’t be art if it was any other way. Put simply, it is the life of a writer.