"Duh, Daaaaad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screech. "Because I don't want to."
See, passionate people like me have problems.My father should understand this - for a Protestant, he's one of the most passionate people I know.
When I say passionate, I mean the following synonyms from the thesaurus (remember those?):
SYNONYMS: affection,
affectivity, agony, anger, animation, ardor, dedication, devotion, distress,
dolor, eagerness, ecstasy, excitement, feeling, fervor, fire, fit, flare-up,
frenzy, fury, heat, hurrah, indignation, intensity, ire, joy, misery, outbreak,
outburst, paroxysm, rage, rapture, resentment, sentiment, spirit, storm,
suffering, temper, transport, vehemence, warmth, wrath, zeal, zest
ANTONYMS: calm,
calmness
I pretty much encompass all of the things in the above column and am the exact opposite of calm.
Truth is, I'd much rather be a writer for The Paris Review or a professor at UPenn teaching the Romantics than being a writer for some violent cop show. If I wrote for any show at all, it would involve daydreaming dogs who can talk. Sounds fascinating, I know.
People always think it would be so simple to be a writer in New York. To be published. Well I am perishing in that department, hence the blog. And the cold harsh reality is that practically everyone here IS a writer and there is a lot of competition. I thought it was bad when I had to compete for a job in casting versus people named "Jade" and "Paris." Now in writing I have to compete against pedigreed pups from Philip Exexter Academy with parents who pay their rent. (A lot of alliteration and "p's" in this post, no?)
I swear too much. I write too honestly. I write about blue collar, working class things. I write about things I know that others can't relate to - oh, the list goes on.
My point is, it's not that easy to be a writer!
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