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jaylake asked the burning question, "Why writing?" I replied here. Don't know if there's much more to add.
I am a living, breathing graduate of the Writers Digest SF Novel Writing School, circa the mid-90s.alfreda89 was my instructor--I hope she doesn't mind my mentioning this. I waded through the assignments, cobbling together characters that eventually morphed into Jani and Lucien and Tsecha and the rest. I don't know how this stuff rates against what I write now, but alfreda89 sometimes chuckles that she has kept my student files and considers them blackmail material. I don't think I want to know.
I envy the folks who started writing in their teens. I didn't start seriously until my early 30s. Over time, I grew to realize that it is my Perfect Job. The mistakes are mine, but so is the credit. There are no meetings, no impact goals, no self-assessments. I don't have to put on make-up, and I can stuff my hair up under a hat. I can spend 8 hours a day in a room by myself, making things up.
I don't have to work with people I don't like, and they don't have to know the joy of working with a grump like me.
If I could figure out a way to make a living wage at it, I'd be a happy girl.
jaylake asked the burning question, "Why writing?" I replied here. Don't know if there's much more to add.I am a living, breathing graduate of the Writers Digest SF Novel Writing School, circa the mid-90s.
alfreda89 was my instructor--I hope she doesn't mind my mentioning this. I waded through the assignments, cobbling together characters that eventually morphed into Jani and Lucien and Tsecha and the rest. I don't know how this stuff rates against what I write now, but alfreda89 sometimes chuckles that she has kept my student files and considers them blackmail material. I don't think I want to know.I envy the folks who started writing in their teens. I didn't start seriously until my early 30s. Over time, I grew to realize that it is my Perfect Job. The mistakes are mine, but so is the credit. There are no meetings, no impact goals, no self-assessments. I don't have to put on make-up, and I can stuff my hair up under a hat. I can spend 8 hours a day in a room by myself, making things up.
I don't have to work with people I don't like, and they don't have to know the joy of working with a grump like me.
If I could figure out a way to make a living wage at it, I'd be a happy girl.
