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Conventional wisdom confidently dictates that only those who fearlessly stick the label onto their backs proclaiming their affiliation to the lofty group of "writers" (and for good measure of hopeful reminders, onto their hands and other appendages) stand a chance of being granted membership into that exclusive club.
After all, do we want hacks operating nuclear plants? Or our government (wait! maybe that was a bad analogy).
Oh, so you, the wanna-be writer, ponder. Is that what I am missing? In the face of my daily struggle with the keyboard that somehow only wants to inject sneer-worthy words onto the screen? And really, can I not be a writer also, as in "I fix cars but don't consider myself a mechanic?" Alas, no, declares Conventional Wisdom. Ask anyone who considers himself the paragon of that virtue, and you'll get the same response.
Somehow, they'd have you believe, by donning that robe, you transform yourself. From a hack to a pro. Just like that.
According to CW, by choosing to emphatically call yourself a writer, you have no recourse but to write. You have no back alley for your soul (and creative energy) to escape. No today-I-felt-like-being a voice-over-recording-artist. You're tied to that writing chair even if you can't pull a blessed word out your tired muse. No gallivanting to an office cube sinking your butt into a rocking, coffee-stained upholstered chair, enjoying being a PR wiz, pointy-headed engineer or programmer to the delight of your back-patting boss. After all, if you're a damn writer, you write, and the rest of the time, you grudge every minute away from your work. Your guy or girl comes home after a hard day's work and you don't lift your eyes off the screen. Maybe you greet them with, "Go fix your goddamn dinner yourself -- I am busy being a writer."
That's the way it works. CW knows it. Do you?
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