I spent a good part of yesterday trying to think of something to blog about today. I came up with nothing. I still have nothing.
People think it’s easy blogging every week. Or, for that matter, writing a column every week. Those of us who have always coveted those “writing jobs”—the ones where you actually get paid to write—often never give a thought to how difficult it might be to produce every week.
Which brings to mind that old saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”
I wonder about that sometimes. Do people who get what they wished for ever regret it? I mean, I’m sure some do, but on the whole, are actors happy when they become household names worldwide, even if they can’t walk down the street? Do singers appreciate it when they sell out venues around the globe, even though they’ve stopped in so many places they no longer know where they are? Are the handful of writers who make it big happy, even if they get hate mail?
These are questions I ponder. The subject gets particularly intense for me when I think of it in terms of my finding a job. I’ve always disliked my jobs, as they were never the jobs that I really wanted, and I’ve always wondered, if I got a job that I really wanted, would I be happy? Would I like it? Or would I find fault with it and end up hating it? Would it be so stressful in some way that I would regret taking it?
Many people who aren’t writers think that writing is easy. We, as writers, know that’s not true. Yet so many writers would kill to have a regularly paying writing job for a weekly or monthly publication.
See the quandary there?
What would you all do? If you were offered a writing position where you had to produce on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis, would you take it? Why or why not?