And publishing, actually. This is Chuck Wendig’s blog, “Terrible Minds.” I read this particular blog and laughed and then groaned because there’s so much about it that’s true. Check the comments, too, and feel free to join the discussion here at Women and Words!
The title of Mr. Wendig’s blog is “No, seriously, I’m not fucking around, you really don’t want to be a writer.”
You don’t want to be a writer.
No, no, I know. You think it’s all kittens and rainbows. It’s one big wordgasm, an ejaculation of unbridled creativity. It’s nougat-filled. It’s pillows, marshmallows, parades. It’s a unicorn in a jaunty hat.
Oh, how sweet the illusion. My job, though, is to put my foot through your dreams with a high karate kick.
Consider this your reality check. You’ll note that I do this periodically: I’m here, standing at the edge of the broken bridge in the pouring rain, waving you off — it’s too late for me. My car’s already gone over the edge. I’ve already bought the magic beans. I’ve already bought into the fairy’s lie. I tried to pet the unicorn in its jaunty hat and it ran me through with its corkscrew horn, and now I am impaled.
–Chuck Wendig
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I saw that and read it. Really well done and you’re right, funny -sad. Much to savor. Won’t stop me from writing, though. I enjoy it too much.
jeanne
LOL That’s really funny. And, sadly, it’s very aptly put. I think it’s too late for most of us here. The bridge is gone.