[Remember, keep sending in your questions to email@example.com with the subject line "W.A.W. Mailbox" and I will answer them each Thursday as long as I have enough to do. (If not, I'll stockpile questions until I do, and do something else in the interim Thursdays.) Until/unless I have more questions than I can handle, I'll answer anything that has anything to do with writing. And don't forget that I'm a hell of a lot nicer if you don't write me snippy anonymous letters, just so you know.]
Bro, how can you be such a hypocrite? In everyother [sic] article you have some stupid advice about giving up materialism or some shit, but I've seen you talk about your new computer and you have ads all over your page, and your [sic] always talking about "how to help" by giving donations and shit, and im [sic] pretty sure you have an ipad. How is that avoiding materialism, bro?
I'm going to tell you a story....bro. There was this Sufi--that's like a Muslim mystic--who travelled to another Sufi's house to ask the second to journey with him. He notices the second Sufi lives in this HUGE, decadent house with all kinds of lavish luxury. Well the first Sufi is feeling a little nervous, like maybe this guy isn't a good ascetic and won't make for a suitable traveling companion. He seems too attached to the world. Considering that all the first Sufi has to his name is the clothes on his back and a begging bowl--as it should be for a proper ascetic. However, the second Sufi agrees to travel with the first readily enough, so the first thinks maybe there is hope after all, and so they set out together.
After an hour or so, the first Sufi realizes he left his begging bowl back at the second Sufi's house. He needs it to be able to beg for food from the people every day so he tells the second Sufi he left his bowl back at the mansion, and could they go back to get it? The second Sufi becomes irritated: "I left my decadent mansion behind to travel with you. You can't even leave your stupid bowl? You're not a suitable travelling companion! You're too attached to the world" And he stalks off.
Or, as Tyler Durden said much more succinctly in Fight Club: "The things you own, end up owning you."
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The number of artists who make enough money to support themselves solely on their art is minuscule. Perhaps a hundredth of a percent of self-identified artists have no day job, side job, freelance job, or something they do to make sure the heat stays on and they don't starve. The number of artists who get to that point without an intermediary period of struggle is so close to zero that it is not really worth mentioning. This "struggle" may happen when it is financially easy--like people who marry rich or kids who are allowed to stay with their parents rent-free for a few years past graduation. But almost no artist ever really springs upon the scene without thousands of hours of hard work first. The rest of us make choices about how much we work and how much we give to our art and we adjust the "air/fuel mixture" based on our priorities. It surely helps make a more-toward-art choice easier if the bills in question are as modest as we can possibly make them.
I can't tell you how much is "materialistic" in some absolute number--some people living in San Francisco genuinely feel impoverished on six figure salaries, and some people below the poverty line feel like Midas. It's not my place to judge either of them as right or wrong. Personally, I cleared about $7000 last year (legally), so on paper, I make absurdly little income. But my situation involves househusbanding for a wonderful family and only working for a paycheck to get some spending cash. That leaves me time to write, and that's a choice I've made. No kids. No house. No car. No "my own place."I wear Costco sneakers ($20) until they wear through. If I buy something over a hundred bucks, it usually involves weeks of consideration. (The laptop to which you accusingly refer was purchased only after a month of contemplation and comparison shopping and was also essentially my graduation gift from my mom.) I don't know that everyone cares about their art enough to live that way, but the willingness sure does help when making the decisions to pursue the art.
I also get a lot of electronic gifts from my family. I'm not rich, but they are, so often there are pretty splendid gifts.
Look a lot of people have to work as much as they work, and no one gets to wag their fingers at them and tell them to just cut out ten hours a week to write or they're a materialist or some privilege denying shit like that. The point I sometimes make is that a material life can become a never sated maw. Everywhere you go, you see artists living in impoverished and weird circumstances in order to support their art that rank and file folks would probably wouldn't find agreeable to their social standing. Most people pushing forty want different things to show for it than a twenty hour work week so they can write.
But at the time of this writing, I make about five cents a day....Bro. If that makes me a hypocrite, then I guess I'll have to learn to cope.
You and a lot of other online bloggers are kind of mean about people who want to be authors but don't write as much as you dane [sic] to be mandetory [sic]. If I wanted writing to be an unpleasant job I wouldn't do it for fun. Your [sic] stupid and mean for saying it an there stupid to [sic].
If you're getting what you want out of art, more power to you (always). That's really the only rule. Not every joy will remain a joy if done as a job, and not every enjoyable pastime needs to be thought of as a fledgling career or an eventual path to fame and fortune. We do some things in our lives (many things.....perhaps even most things) simply because they bring us joy and pleasure. We play games, watch movies, read books and enjoy social time without any thought of turning them into careers. Writing and art needn't ever go beyond this point.
But if we want to take our idea all the way to a finished project, if we want to share our work with anything but reluctant friends and family, if we want to be appreciated for it beyond those people in our social circles who want to sleep with us, and definitely if we have ambitions of making money or certainly of making writing into a career, then we have to do what anyone making a hobby into a career would have to do--whether that hobby was skydiving, sewing, dancing, cooking, or even writing. We have to get really, really good at it and we have to do it a lot, in order to produce enough to sell. Both of those things take a commitment of time and energy beyond the euphoria stage.
|No one cares that you're going to write a book some day.|
No really. I promise.
You'll find such "mean" people in any activity, and you'll also find other people offering up nothing but excuses. People at the gym dream of a line of admirers who want to lick their junk, don't come often enough or work hard enough to really see results, but think their trainers are mean and unreasonable when they suggest a more frequent, lengthy, or rigorous workout. People in sales dream of commissions huge enough to retire on, but think their bosses are mean and unreasonable when they insist on suggestive sales techniques. People want to retire in style early enough to travel, but think it's mean and unreasonable when their accountants tell them they simply are not saving enough their income and they really need to cut another 10% off their budget. This penchant for excuses and the "meanness" of those who point out the reality is almost as common as human ambition.
If you want art to be your livelihood, and not just a delightful hobby, it's going to take on job-like qualities. You know....like, as if it were a JOB. Even the best job has crummy days and parts you don't like and days you'd rather stay in bed but you go anyway. And even if you end most Friday nights with a smile and sometimes cry to the sky "I love my fucking job!" you don't simply stop going during the sucky parts because that would sully your joy.
Honestly, you should probably write MORE than me if you're really, truly serious. (I'm not even kidding--I'm kind of a lightweight.)
Also....not to put too fine a point on it, Anon, but statistically speaking, if you'd picked your homonyms through pure random fucking chance, you would have had fewer mistakes in this e-mail, so maybe suggesting that you need to be writing more is more helpful than you realize.
Every published writer I've read says they write every day. Some say they tell interviewers that they take a day or two off a year, but then they admit that they've lied.ReplyDelete
Yeah, I've heard similar things as well.Delete