Once A Writer – Always A Writer?
Just a short post today you’ll be pleased to see…..about careers of all things.
I’m on Facebook. I don’t say that with any great joy or pride….I’m on Facebook but my heart isn’t really in it if you know what I mean. I realise that for writers being on the ‘right’ social media sites is important, but for some reason or another I can’t seem to get the Facebook bug. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s an age thing.
But on reflection I think it’s all down to one thing that sort of disturbs me. I’m one of those butterfly-personality types that has tried lots of different things in life, not really ‘careers’, more dollops of fun, usually lasting five years or so until I have had enough of it, or it has had enough of me. Probably the latter.
And that brings me to the people I worked with in these ‘dollops of time’. I have managed to retain a small handful of friends from these previous lives, but not a great deal. I tend to keep to myself, do my own thing, move on, and leave it at that.
So let’s say 20 years on I’m surprised when I’m contacted by previous colleagues who want to be ‘friends’. Great, I suppose. And I usually agree. But what really interests me is what they are doing now. In the vast majority of cases they have completely changed direction. TV cameramen have become lighthouse keepers, radio presenters have become landlords, actors have become international experts on bee keeping. So maybe it’s not just me after all.
And the question that now arises is this – do writers change direction? Or if you are a writer, and good at it, do you remain a writer all your life? It’s baffling me.
I need to think about this over the weekend. I need to go shopping. I need to buy a stone drill bit. I think I want to become a stone sculptor. Or a pianist. Something like that.