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Racing and Writing
Feb. 4th, 2015 07:52 pmSooooo now that we are already more than a month into 2015, I decided that it would be a good time to start posting to the Chocobo Down 2014 community on AO3, because I am just timely and responsible like that. I also started leaving comments on other people's work. Better (way) late than never, right?
I'm kind of nervous, to be honest. On one hand, it's fucking fic, not the peer-reviewed Journal of Serious Business. Either people are happy or they ignore you, and either way no kittens are harmed. On the other hand, the Final Fantasy fandom seems like a fairly tight-knit group of extremely talented people, and I've been lurking at the borders for a long time. I don't want to crash their party like an awkward weirdo, you know?
My narcissistic overestimation of reactions to my involvement aside, it was nice to take a day off from my regularly scheduled adult responsibilities and just write. Plenty of people in my life have made statements along the lines of "I wish I could quit my job and become a writer," but they spend their free time watching tv, going shopping, and generally doing everything except writing. And I understand that. Speaking from personal experience, my job exhausts me of every last bit of motivation and creativity , and I generally come home from work wanting to die (or at least sleep for twelve hours). I do my best to be a functional member of society, but every once in a while I get all like FUCK EVERYTHING I MUST WRITE and then do exactly that. It's not that I write in manic fits (although I'm sure it must appear that way from the outside), but rather that I take all the time and energy I usually put into my writing for my job and instead direct it to creative writing. It feels so good, and I feel so guilty afterwards. Every time this happens I get this viscerally painful longing to quit my job and become a writer.
Of course, I can't just quit. The rent isn't going to pay itself.
Stephen King apparently worked three jobs (generally one white collar job and two menial jobs) at a time while submitting short stories and novels all over the place. How did the man do it? I can barely write two or three days a month while working one job.
I'm kind of nervous, to be honest. On one hand, it's fucking fic, not the peer-reviewed Journal of Serious Business. Either people are happy or they ignore you, and either way no kittens are harmed. On the other hand, the Final Fantasy fandom seems like a fairly tight-knit group of extremely talented people, and I've been lurking at the borders for a long time. I don't want to crash their party like an awkward weirdo, you know?
My narcissistic overestimation of reactions to my involvement aside, it was nice to take a day off from my regularly scheduled adult responsibilities and just write. Plenty of people in my life have made statements along the lines of "I wish I could quit my job and become a writer," but they spend their free time watching tv, going shopping, and generally doing everything except writing. And I understand that. Speaking from personal experience, my job exhausts me of every last bit of motivation and creativity , and I generally come home from work wanting to die (or at least sleep for twelve hours). I do my best to be a functional member of society, but every once in a while I get all like FUCK EVERYTHING I MUST WRITE and then do exactly that. It's not that I write in manic fits (although I'm sure it must appear that way from the outside), but rather that I take all the time and energy I usually put into my writing for my job and instead direct it to creative writing. It feels so good, and I feel so guilty afterwards. Every time this happens I get this viscerally painful longing to quit my job and become a writer.
Of course, I can't just quit. The rent isn't going to pay itself.
Stephen King apparently worked three jobs (generally one white collar job and two menial jobs) at a time while submitting short stories and novels all over the place. How did the man do it? I can barely write two or three days a month while working one job.
