Dear Writer Revisited: Letter Fifteen
This chapter begins to get into some heavy territory for me. It asks all the questions I constantly ask myself, particularly during moments of self doubt, beginning with:
Is it possible to be a writer and have a job?
To me, the short answer is yes, because it has to be. The sheer volume of unpublished manuscripts out there is enough to make my hair stand on end. I know people who have left jobs that were sapping their energy creatively, and I applaud them. I think these people are the ones with the guts to go all the way. But as for me? I couldn't handle all those unknowns.
Virginia's advice to Writer provides some comfort. Yes, she says, it is possible, so long as the job doesn't take so much out of you that you are an empty husk incapable of writing. Chekov provides an interesting anecdote. He was a writer AND a medical doctor, thinking of one as his wife and the other his mistress. (Guess which was which?)
|Writing, you sassy bitch.|
The definitive answer is not very definitive at all; do what you must, so long as you are whole hearted in your desire to write.