All right, let me tell you the truth. I didn’t plan on blogging about my writing services. The irony of it all, is that a client was the one shoving me to do it (how very kind of him). I was about to give up on my writing, cause like many in my league I’m afraid of poverty and I have such grandiose ambitions (a grand vacation to Europe and living in an eighteenth-century mansion).
Then I started reading about what some other freelance writers are blogging about. I found out that we are in pretty much the same shape although they may have resigned to the idea of writing as a lifetime profession so long ago. So to give me a boost, I wrote a list of all the perks a writer can have:
Respect- I don’t know with you but the moment I finished my Journalism degree and went out to the world to make myself useful, people started believing in whatever I say whenever they know I’m a journalist, no matter if I’m practicing it or not. Then I realized just recently it’s not the degree but the fact that I write that makes them look up to me like I’m John the Baptist.
Freedom from Conventions- I can dress, say, do, eat, go, and sing about anything I want to even if it’s the most unusual thing for someone to do and people will just say, “Oh, she’s always like that; she’s a writer.” So I can gate crash a party wearing my nightie and let it pass off as a dress.
Variety of Friends- I don’t think being a writer demands you to rub elbows with only the great and mighty; you’ll never encounter real life characters in that line of business. Since a writer is a person who’s mind isn’t restrained to one mold, he can easily go by with different people. Oh, unless you’re Danielle Steel or John Grisham, but even so, they still need a dose of inspiration from people.
Creativity- When you’re born with it, the very thing of letting it off in any medium you are inclined to is a gift and a lifetime opportunity. Most people just express but not create. Creativity is more like finding a seed and making it grow into a eucalyptus tree with a poinsettia on top.
Love and Life- Although writers are believed to be suicide prone, I have a different manner of looking at it. Virginia Woolf killed herself cause she didn’t want to hurt her husband of the truth that she’s a lesbian. Sylvia Plath burned her head in an oven to escape the path of not raising her children well. As you can see, writers are filled with life and love to the brim; it’s only that they have peculiarities in showing it.
This may be just a good shot at rationalizing my existence, but one thing I’m sure of: you are born once with it; there’s no way you’re born again without it.
