Tuesday, July 27, 2010


I was lying on my couch having a conversation with a friend last night. Not sure where the conversation began but I went off on various tangents about the workings of society. You see, yesterday I went to talk with a human at an establishment which deals in creative work (of the freelance, contract and permanent type). It seems that waiting 28 years to work out what you want to do in life doesn't cut it. Further, it seems real world experience doesn't cut it. They want degrees. They want references. They want paid experience.

I want to write for a living. I've been writing song lyrics for about 15 years. I wrote all types of essays, projects and reports during my four years of university study. I've written original material in a number of jobs I've held over the last ten or so years. I've worked as a copywriter. I've worked as a proofreader and editor. Still, it seems I have very little experience.

I was asked a question during this interview of sorts. Something along the lines of "Which areas of writing do you excel at?" I couldn't think of a proper response at the time, of course. Damn it, I never said I could think and talk. I said I can write! I mumbled something about being a grammatical perfectionist and being able to write varying types of copy for various audiences. I didn't, however, mention that I'm better at rhyming than anyone they probably have listed in their little black book(s). I could write you fifteen catchy rhyming jingles per day! I could have alluded to the fact that I'm all about alliteration. Repetition. Depitation. Metaphors. Similes.

Anyway. Why does it have to be a competition to do what you love to do? Maybe a kid grows up and decides he wants to be a tradie. Cool, here's your hammer, move along. Another kid wants to be a clown. Excellent, the line for clowns is out back. Make sure to grab your red nose and colourful curly wig on the way out. I want to write for a living (see, repetition!). Give me a pen and a pad and sit me under a tree. Pay me minimum wage until I prove myself. Just give me a chance. Passion will always provide a more prolific employee.

They say I'm a dreamer. I'm aware of that. Just thought it was a lovely idea.


  1. Hey pal,

    I heard of you through Maintain's link on Twitter. I read your latest Tweet and was inspired to get in touch.

    I'm 31 and admitted earlier in the year that I want to be a comedian/writer.

    I grew up around good students who went on to become Accountants or Government Office Staff, and bad students who went to prison and then became tradies, so I can relate to a lot of your writing.

    All I can say is that having identified your passion and being on the path towards it, as I'm sure you're aware, puts you in a very elite group of humans.

    Personally, the thrust of everything I do revolves around inspiration, so it's inspiring to hear that there's other brothers out there doing something creative and going after want they want.

    Fingers are crossed for you in your interview, and I hope you post the result either way.


    Tom Shaw

  2. Hey Tom,

    Thanks a lot for your comment. It means a lot. To be honest, I wasn't sure anyone was even reading my blog. Apart from adding the link to my Twitter profile, I don't think I've mentioned it online even once. Makes it all the more amazing to receive a comment like yours.

    When I saw Maintain's Tweet I didn't know how to react. There was a short moment after I first read it where I freaked out. I started wondering who else might be reading my blog. This is the first time I've been this open about my inner thoughts.

    Then I receive a comment like the one above. And it shocked me. And then I realised that there are people out there that enjoy reading my writing. Not only that, but that some can even relate to it. And then I realised that that is the whole point!

    Thanks again. I'll Tweet or post about the interview when I hear back early next week (hopefully). I'm also now following you on Twitter.

    Good luck with everything you are working towards.