There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
~ Albert Schweitzer
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No, you call yourself a writer because you must write… or at least that’s how it is with me, and while there is some discipline it doesn’t have to be looming deadlines or unfamiliar topics.
Fair enough. But I lack the vocabulary, then, to describe what a self-imposed task such as this writing makes me.
I played music once, too, and made money at it. I learned that there is music, and there’s the music business. Maybe it’s that way with writing too.
Thanks for the insight.
suspect it makes you a writer filling out an application… and yes, there is writing and the writing business… that’s why my 3 secrets:
Just to close the circle: yes, I am a writer because I write. And yes, I was a writer filling out an application.
I had an “A-HA!” moment that came from the drudgery of writing a Baldrige application. I was brought on board because people at work have seen samples of my writing and thought I write well. But as the project evolved, I saw my essential role for what it truly was: the “vanquisher of white space”. White space is intimidating for most people who’ve been given a writing assignment. I view it as a challenge, as a canvas on which to paint. I proceeded to fill the white space with writing. My writing may not have been the most knowledgeble, or the most technically correct, but it was, undeniably, writing.
Having something as a starting point got the project moving along. Others tweaked, corrected, edited, embellished, and, at a basic level, changed it. I resolved not to let too much of my ego get tied up in the content, but vigilantly to safeguard the writing, the flow, the use of the language. There’s a lot of “buzz language” in a project like this, but wherever there’s a place for clear expression or language that engages the reader, I made sure the writing stayed. Oh, there are a few groaners of the “is comprised of” variety (mine was not the final editing hand) but most of what I wrote survived.
Now. On to things I enjoy writing about. Whatever the subject, I enjoy writing. Thank you, Anne, for the daily links to others who write because they simply must.
Jim, what wonderful thing have you done for a Baldrige?
Oh, I’ve done nothing wonderful. In my day job I work at a hospital, and they’re applying for a State-level award. I was honored to be on the application team because my reputation as a writer has become known at work.
I have always thought of myself as a writer. But I wonder if you can really call yourself a writer unless you’ve become engage in a project where the subject matter is only vaguely familiar, the deadline is looming, and the style of writing expected is much different from what you’re accustomed to.
It imposes a discipline that leaves me with mixed feelings. I will have a quiet pride when the application is done. Any recognition, however, will redound to those who have done the work which my writing merely describes. And that’s OK with me.
Earlier I wrote about my Mitzi. Right now I have put my creative muse on hold because reality dictates that I write an application for a Baldrige Award. Stultifying. Mitzi just jumped up on the arm of the chair for a short visit. Somehow she let me know that she is giving me space to work, but that if she only had thumbs, she’d help me type the Baldrige stuff.
Funny — some of the Baldrige questions are starting to make as much sense as the “sentences” Mitzi wrote when as a kitten she walked, dropped and rolled on my computer keyboard.
MzTiz disdains the keyboard unless I’m using it. She does, however, insist I get up from the computer to make sure her dry food bowl is full… seems determined to give me a break.
My cats are my constant writing companions. They often add their own thoughts to my work such as atyu890 and xcv,./ and will instant message friends with similar comments when I’m away from the computer.
Awww she or he is a sweetie. The quote is a cute quote. We rescue strays.
Currently I am writing an article on Sound Therapy to submit to ILM. The job I mentioned I found here last week I think it was.
I think our cats like music as long as it isn’t too loud.
Thanks for the quote and pic.
Mitzi is not my cat; I am Mitzi’s person.
Mitzi lets me live in her apartment by the river.
She tolerates most of my music.
I cannot imagine life without her.
Jim’s last blog post..Bad Lie?
two here, contemplating a third 😉
I agree! This is why I have 3 cats, hehe.
Celine’s last blog post..Exercises in Failure: Allow yourself to create crap
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