Sorry for the late posting today, but I spent this morning getting my eyes tested. As of tomorrow I shall be a Girl Who Wears Glasses, and I’m quite excited about it – adds to the whole writerly look, I think. Now all I need is a beret, an ironic retro T-shirt and a little leather satchel, and the look is complete. Seriously though, this does not bode well for my blogging-with-one-eye-on-the-TV fun, as the TV eye will need the glasses but the Mac eye won’t. What to do? Blog while not watching TV? Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Today’s post is about why we writers should stop complaining about how these days we have to be a jack of all trades and recognize that when it comes to control over our careers, we’ve never had it so good.
“Almost every day I come across a writer who has taken to the magical interweb to groan about how the role of the scribe has changed (now they’re not just expected to write their book but also market, promote and sell it as well), and wax nostalgic about the days when all that was expected of writers was to spend long hours sitting in the Parisian sun, sipping coffee as the world walked by and, whenever the muse reached out from the creative ether to give their shoulder a squeeze, scribble a sentence in their trusty Moleskine notebook with the remains of their dark, stubby pencil.
There is a very real chance I’ve read A Moveable Feast one too many times.”
I’m also over on Irish Publishing News today with my lovely MS Excel graphs. Any excuse!