Happy Solstice, Yule, Christmas, Kwanzaa, New Year, and any other reason for celebration that you happen to have. May the next year be productive and peaceful. Be well!
It’s been a while. I apologize. I hope you are well.
I’ve finished my first round of edits (“first” means 4) and have sent out the story to my beta readers. Response is favorable so far, so that’s heartining.
Once the responses are in, then I’ll edit again (and again and again and again – reminds me of an Aerosmith song) and send it to my friend the professional editor. Once he’s done, I may send it to Tor. If I don’t chicken out. If Tor doesn’t want it, I’ll self-publish to Amazon.
Enough about me. Let me vent about an amalgamated aquaintance. Let’s call him Joe. Joe quit his job some time ago in order to pursue his dreams of being an artist. That’s great and we all wished Joe all the success he could find. He was unable to find any. Why? No motivation. Joe, it turns out, is lazy. Or maybe he doesn’t grasp what it takes to be a self-employed individual. I’ve done it, in the past, and it is a challenge. Not impossible, but it takes motivation. One has to WANT to succeed so much so that it keeps one up at night and gives one bad dreams.
Do I have that motivation?
Nah. But I’m gonna fake it until I make it. (see Act As If phsychological process).
But back to Joe.
After a while, Joe realized he had to work, so he found a job. A job with insurance and that paid okay. We thought he’d use that money to help him improve his chances of success at the artistic life he wanted to live. He didn’t. He worked for a while and then, because he is lazy, he succumbed to his phsyical issues and went on disability – which ended in unemployment (as most long-term disability does).
Now, he’s been unemployed again for a while and he can’t find a job. He’s applied at several “shit” jobs – his words, not mine – and been turned down. His definition of “shit” job is an entry-level position at a service industry employer. He ranted about this recently on social media. It offended me: a) those jobs aren’t “shit,” and b) whining is not going to help him. My axiom: if you don’t like it, get off yer ass and do something about it.
My frustration with friend Joe runneth over. So, universe, please let Joe find a job (“shit” or otherwise) and may he discover motivation to get his life together (artistic or otherwise). He’s a nice guy. He has some talent. The rest of us would feel so much better if he’d just get his shit together. Thank you.
P.S. May I continue to find motivation to live a fulfilling life. Thank you Joe for reminding me to be thankful.