The musing said to the aspiring novelist, who was getting no younger: Hope the younger ones do for the traditional publishers that are still going, depending on what they would write for them. Nothing short than…May just find something else. Something better. So, for you, I will keep the possibility of ‘afresh’ avenues open, as should the younger ones. But keep knocking on the door, from time to time.
And speaking of choices, there I was quite innocent and minding my own business, when I was rudely interrupted by a person who wanted to inspire me. With a blasphemy in tow, she advised. I felt quite chuffed that she thought I was worthy of her attention. She even saw me as a future star it seemed. Of course, I would have to change some things, perhaps lessen my commitment to things that would get in the way of living the ultimate life. I would have to cast off the shackles and be free. But, I felt very sorry for this lovely person. She was giving me her time on a risk. That what she said could be rejected. But it was obvious she believed in what she was saying so strongly that she must have thought it would do me some good, so I would go on the path of ultimate outcomes. She was not counting on my steely resolve to stick to my guns. Saying nothing in reply, I deferred to my better judgment, and did not obey, and I went on. Not that the person would have much time for me when I made the ultimate life. If I made my life the way suggested, I would have been on television. I would have been foolish to listen. How often do we hear how bad television is these days.
There are those strong souls who keep their joy of writing and can still write about things they would rather not write. I do not know if I would have written anything if it were not for the joy of writing when I first put pen to paper in a meaningful way. I reckon that when someone experiences the joy of writing for the first time is how all other writing begins. At least, that is how I feel.
Unfortunately, joy may not last. When I first played cricket, there was the joy of cricket for the sake of cricket, but then comes performing which may produce pain if one isn’t performing well enough. It can be the same in writing. One’s joy may not last.
Yet pain in writing can be useful. The initial joy in writing is really baby-like and temporal, but there is a time for the pain of learning about what we need to improve on. We go to school. In doing our homework, pain comes at night, but once we master something, there is joy in the morning. One moves on from the initial, euphoric child-like joy of writing to the satisfaction of mastering something.