I’m sitting here planning on things I’ll write in the future. Is that such a good idea? I don’t know. Don’t care. I plan things and I don’t think that’s particularly a problem. My conscience will deal with my conscience, if it is. I don’t have an agent. No one to answer to, yet.
So with this hurricane that just passed I was wondering what Bohemians (if they still exist in 2012) did to prepare for the storm. What did they do? I had to pose the question explicitly somewhere, so I felt that was appropriate.
I’d like to be a Bohemian, and experimentalist, which I fit more with. My friend told me I can’t possibly be a Bohemian because I would have to quit my job and devote everything to the art of writing. He’s probably right. I could never quit my job, and take that sort of risk, although I’m nearing it. The economy is awful and I just couldn’t live with not contributing a steady income to society. I guess that makes me a lefty. I’ll be the guy that goes to work everyday, gets off and lives another life, huddled over a laptop in a dark room, drinking and smoking (occasionally), or sharing laughs at a nightclub, which I rarely do because they’re filled with boring people. Until I can comfortably take my talents to a full time thing, I’ll be the working writer.
Writing is my passion. And when my mom asked me what I was going to do with a degree in English, I told her: write. She asked me how my writing was going and I said: slow. It’s the truth. It’s a marathon through life, this writing thing. My friend also urged me not to rush publishing anything. “You’re young,” he told me. And I think he’s right. Most writers are producing their first major works in their thirties or something, so I suppose I have nothing to worry about. Take it slow. I try to, being that I’m still under thirty, however, when I feel the time is right, it’s right, and I’ll put out there what I want.