Not that writing was a religion, per se, but I used to write religiously.
There was that particularly intense year. 2009. You know. I’ve told you about it. Every day for one full year, I sent out a query, article, short story, contest entry, haiku, button slogan, greeting card idea, and did my regular freelance work. Had a lot more of it back then.
Sold my novel that year. Won a few contests. Got some T-shirts. A fountain pen. Made a little money.
Had high hopes.
Today, not so much.
I don’t write any more. Not like that. There is no hopefulness left in my writing. Which sounds defeatist, but is truly realistic, without any whining. Seriously. There is no crying in baseball and there is no whining in realism.
I’m still writing. I still get assignments from my newspaper and a magazine. I still have my opinion column. I recently heard from someone for whom I used to write greeting cards. He wanted me to come up with an idea for a drawing, which was fun to get back to. Here's a card I did for him many years ago.
See more of Scott Austin's great designs at http://www.SnafuCards.com/ and buy them.
Mostly, though, I write for my vintage purse pages, which I am hoping (so, see, there's some hopefulness, just not 2009 hopefulness) become more profitable. I’m good with that sort of writing. It’s promotional, like advertorial work, but it fills the creative and financial (somewhat, almost) need.
It also takes the pressure off. No longer do I have to think about writing that blockbuster, because I know it’s not going to happen and I'm OK with that.
But… if you have a drawing that needs copy or want a slogan about PMS, let me know. I love that stuff.
Wrote it. Sold it. Badge of honor.
Wrote and sold this one, too. FIRST.