My day job
I have finally (?) begun to write a story partially inspired by my day job. Artisty and writery types often say to me that I must get so many good ideas or stories from my job, but most of them say it with sympathy and pity and like they don’t quite believe it and just need something nice to say. For my part, I’m sure my feelings of inadequacy and embarrassment come through when I have to talk about my career(s) with people who seem to me to have much richer creative lives than me or who I perceive as thinking they have richer creative lives than me.
This is a big messy, tangled-up, strangling issue I have. I would like to write a carefully considered post about it, but I don’t know if I ever will because I want to save my energy and my brain for my fiction.
I think I partly chose Tumblr for my online presence rather than a traditional blogging site because I don’t want to feel pressured to have a “real” blog. Yesterday, mensah demary posted this on his Tumblr about a new journal. It reminded my about all the blank fancy journals I have and how I never write in them because I guess I feel like I have to put Really Good Stuff in such fancy books and I never have such stuff. So I use plain notebooks. If I had a blog equivalent to those fancy journals, I would have to have Really Good Posts, which I’m not sure I have in me.
I’m slightly more sure I have really good fiction in me.
