While I am not a manic depressive, I certainly have a certain minor manicness to my creativity. I'm in one of those periods now. I approached this blog today with some trepidation. I haven't been in the mood to write. Yet once I started writing, I wanted to continue. I tend to work like this.
It's probably why my projects are so unfocused. I flit from one thing to the next. I'm not someone who wants to invest a lot of time into something long-term...which would be why I've never really made any money from my various hobbies, and why I would be a terrible shop owner.
I'm also slowly realizing that what I like more than writing is actually speaking, which is rather a shock to an introvert like me. I think that's why I'm more successful online than in print: less time investment and with a certain expectation of feedback and give-and-take. It's why I've largely given up my book projects, but I'm still teaching after three years. (Also, I get paid for being a teacher, while writing only offers a hope of getting paid at some point in the future)
Incidentally, it took me forever to figure out I wanted to teach. When I announced I wanted to major in history, everyone presumed I wanted to teach. I didn't. Even when I went to grad school for history, teaching was my backup plan (although, I confess, I didn't really have a fleshed out "plan A"). As an adjunct professor/associate lecturer (the title keeps changing), the pay is lousy, but it's the second best job I've ever had (and the best job was with a company with an untenable business plan and no longer exists).
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