tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972254401664966699.post619003591890253368..comments2024-03-03T11:21:12.438-06:00Comments on The Mallard of Discontent: Writers Gone WildeChad Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13219295562957353591noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972254401664966699.post-6827102278440741192013-04-02T12:24:39.540-05:002013-04-02T12:24:39.540-05:00Steve, unfortunately we're already living in a...Steve, unfortunately we're already living in about as un-chic a place as you could find...<br /><br />Phillip, yep, it's a trade-off, but I tell you, the honest trades have an absolutely real appeal to me.<br /><br />SBW, you just described exactly what would happen to me... Chad Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13219295562957353591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972254401664966699.post-85127538380210065072013-04-01T00:50:34.512-05:002013-04-01T00:50:34.512-05:00Two thoughts:
I once heard that Wilde was already ...Two thoughts:<br />I once heard that Wilde was already doing very well for himself with his wallpaper designs when he started writing (or perhaps submitting work)<br /><br />Magnus Mills (whose 'Restraint of Beasts' I warmly recommend) had his first hit, won some awards and thought he'd live his dream of quitting the day job driving a london bus, and sitting in the pub all day drinking Guinness and writing. Then he found he couldn't write a thing and after the advance had been spent with no sign of the next book being completed, returned to bus driving. Several books later he's still driving the bus, and delivering finished work.<br /><br />SBW<br /><br />The Suburban Bushwackerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09372690405902840131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972254401664966699.post-1090387760905604942013-03-27T15:49:50.982-05:002013-03-27T15:49:50.982-05:00I've found the unfortunate combination of a da...I've found the unfortunate combination of a day job that pays the bills handily and involves writing... albeit writing technical training rather than the fulfilling prose of field and font. At the end of the day I've nothing left. It's a challenge to blog, much less write anything of substance.<br /><br />It sort of makes me long for the days driving truck loads of sand back and forth for hours on end. Load the truck. Drive to the site. Dump the truck. Push the sand in the hole. Drive back. Repeat. It barely paid the bills, but it kept my mind free for all sorts of creative explorations. I wrote a lot back then, and it was very satisfying, even if I barely made a penny from my art.<br /><br />A hell of a trade-off.<br /><br />Point being, you only want what you don't have. Philliphttp://www.hog-blog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972254401664966699.post-44754266927740861712013-03-25T18:58:51.614-05:002013-03-25T18:58:51.614-05:00For what it's worth: before my happy days of I...For what it's worth: before my happy days of Independent poverty, I found that working in jos like construction and cuttting firewood might get my body tired but kept my mind fee for writing; "white collar" jobs were much more depleting.<br /><br />And outdoor writers? Go to un- chic places with game, not.. oh, BOZEMAN. Magdalena has been good to me. Easier to live on the crap they pay writers when houses cost half what they do-- or a quarter-- in chic places.Steve Bodiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14434597061701369867noreply@blogger.com