Musicians are probably the only other Arts Folk that gamble away their lives as much as scribes do and no, this ain’t a G A meeting. Musicians pin their ENTIRE life on a guitar case in a Tube Station or music file. Writers used to just pin it on a decent computer or typewriter with tape that behaved, now there are contests, societies, tests.
I mentioned before how Writing is a thankless profession, it’s also rather aimless and you stumble here, there and everywhere. You are effectively a water witch for most of your life trying to find the source, to quench your thirst and know it was worth it. The funniest thing about dicing with death is, it makes your fear of living go away, or maybe numb it a little, the thousenth idea/route forward pops up like a firecracker and you’re on the move again.
The worst thing about imagination is you can’t really tell when the delusions of grandeur start or if it’s the daydream helping you to plod on. You want this thousandth dream career idea and yet you’re worried of the execution and will it come at all. But I can separate delusion from daydream for now
Delusion: Egyptology
Daydream: Photography
I’m Four decades soon, four not with much merit either but I’m okay with that. Love accepts you and with it you accept life and apply for every job going cos you’re fearless. Doesn’t matter if they don’t reply, you never had a plan anyway! So I’m gonna try the billionth way out while daydreaming about a photography studio I may not even open. Because I’m 40 in 5 weeks and know nothing about photography but I’ll daydream regardless
There’s more of us dreamers than you think, so let’s Cloudbust…
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