Real Life as a Writer Today

Welcome back to another day of this blog – those of you who have been following along for a while now.  As you noticed yesterday’s was a lot about work.   Everyone has issues about working and being paid or not having to work and living without being paid or needing work and not getting any and how to survive and whether or not to take recourse to crime or to begging or to learning more about how relatives, friends and lovers can provide support and or public welfare services in the area where they live …Or being proud of having a good paying job and coping with what the constant rush rush and need to pretty much blindly obey some manager most of the time for years or months on end and what that really does to a person.  For most people, good leadership really does help and bad leadership is pretty much a sociological ‘demon’ or something that isn’t a demon but is obviously more like one than most.  So do I.   Naturally, I have all the culturally specific and even subculturally specific ‘women’s issues’ and how that relates my work and income issues.

When I was a young woman I went ahead and went to university having believed the people who told me that it would virtually guarantee me a middle class income.  I spent nearly 20 years blaming only the old male professors for thinking I was just there to find a husband to support me.  In fact, I had already found a partner before I had started university, making that really not why I went.  In truth I was conflicted about it.  All of my parents are very well educated, and I was especially proud to be the 5th rather than the 1st female generation in at least one line of my family to have the privilege of attending university.  A lot but not all of the older women who I knew had at least some work experience.  Many worked mainly before or after or before and after they had the children.  Some – including both my mother and stepmother also worked while the children were growing up.

You may well know: in some circles a mother having to work for pay is a very bad sign of a sorry state of affairs whereas amongst other groups of people it is viewed as a good sign.  For some it just indicates ‘too poor for the woman to be able to buy anything without working’ whereas to others it means ‘women’s empowerment; industrious women’ or simply ‘women willing and able to help their husbands and children as well as themselves.’   The work options for women and men have often not been identical.  As a young woman I was enraged by this.  It is not so much that I have changed as that I have learned other facts.  For example:  when reading about the town where the great Nikolai Tesla hails from I learned that the men where he came from had 2 options for work and women had 1 option.  That was really what it was like.  A lot of the issue has to do with being able to perceive and to accept the reality of the situation not only for oneself or one’s own gender but on the whole.  We also already know that many people try going to the city so that they can get more than only those opportunities available in their home town.

In truth, I would go on about this a lot more today, but the blog post is already so long that I will just stop.  When you buy my books or stories you are supporting a creative person who created the work with the intention of it selling and in that way meeting adult responsibilities.  She hopes that hundreds of thousands of people will buy without harming themselves by spending the money on her work and supporting her well even though she enjoyed writing the stories and nonfiction.  Yes, she wants to gt paid even though she liked it instead of not being paid because she liked doing the work.  You all know what I’m talking about; don’t pretend you don’t.

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