Well, the general feeling seems to be that most people write because they enjoy it or they love words (or probably both). Tootlepedal writes to remind himself he’s still alive and write because I’m addicted to it. I also enjoy it, love words and, deep down, believe that someone is going to recognise my talent and give me money.
To be honest, it is looking like the only way i”m likely to make money from writing is by diversifying into kidnapping people and writing ransom notes. I could try kidnapping Boris and threaten to release him unless people send me money. However, I’d better be careful. If someone actually tries it I could find that my blog becomes a matter for discussion in court and what started as “humour” is probably going to be seen in a different light when it is labelled “evidence”. It will also involve buying a suit and tie, which is an expense I can do without.
I dropped Julia off at work this morning and drove back to join the main road via a side-street. That gave me an idea for a haibun and I had two more shortly after. I can’t use the voice recorder I bought recently because it is too small for my big, stiff fingers. I should have spent more money and bought one I could actually use. That is false economy of the first order. That meant I had to keep repeating the ideas to myself as I drove along. If I allow myself to relax I tend to forget. And if I forget I convince myself I have just forgotten my best ever poem. This is unlikely to be true, but it’s annoying to forget anything, even the bad ones.
At work I purloined (which sounds better than “stole”) some office stationery and wrote the rough outlines of the three haibun before making some notes which might turn into something. But they might not/ If I don’t tell you, nobody can ask how the new project is going. Or even if there is a new project…
Tonight we had corned beef hash for tea. It featured the remains of yesterdays vegetable stew, a tin of corned beef, onions, leeks and a pack of ready chopped vegetables. I will have it for lunch tomorrow too, as I made far too much. Fortunately I like corned beef hash. I would probably enjoy it nearly as much without the corned beef, which is something I will have to think about as we eat more veg and less meat.
Mm, corned beef hash sounds divine 😊
It is the result of years of throwing things in a pan. 😉 It seems to work.
😊
My kids, on the other hand, can’t imagine life without wi-fi. Different times, different “necessities”. 🙂
At least you don’t make too much of a hash of your writing
I can almost hear the clash of cymbals as the punchline is delivered…
🙂
Isn’t it interesting that many times ideas or poems or whatever just spring forth? Happened to me tonight while I was wiping dishes. The creative process. 😉
I think it’s something to do with the way our brains must always be working in the background. When you are doing something else you let your brain fit the pieces together. This means my brain, on its own, is more creative than it is when I’m there. 🙂
Yes, yes!
Eat well, keep writing, and prosper, Quercus! 🙂
We have become fond of vegetable stews here, with assorted mystery vegetables, lentils and potatoes, and homemade chicken bone broth.
Your corned beef hash is fancier than mine. If I left the corned beef out of mine, i would just be eating potatoes.
I hope the notes turn into something rewarding….spiritually even if not financially.
It used to be potatoes, onions Worcester Sauce and corned beef but I grew more ambitious…
I am tempted to publish the notes as a diary, but if I do that I will have nothing for the book.:-)
Choices, choices.
What can I say, I am a child of post-rationing Britain…
We grew up feeling entitled to a choice of vegetables and lots of sugar.
I feel the same about fruit.