For All the Writers, Singers, Composers, and Artists Out There

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I went to the Holocaust Museum in Houston. It causes deep reflection. I drew a picture in response to it. Some things only a picture will do. I combined it with text. Picture after picture showed these people coming off railroad cars. No one knew who they were other than they were Jews taken by Germans to camps. It goes for artists too. We create and others make money off of us. Works when we get enough but does not work when we are not paid enough or treated fairly. For what it is worth. How about that for a Writer’s Halloween 🙂 Reflection.

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Round and Round It Goes

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So what now? You have books, short stories, and articles published. You have filled your portfolio with good stuff. You have gotten good letters, we like it but we cannot use it letters, and then the what were you thinking letters. All part of being a writer.

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It Comes Down to You

I have worked from both ends now. As a writer learning their craft, as one who publishes in several venues, and as someone who brokers clients and articles. As diverse a lot writers are we have one thing in common. We love to write. We write whether we get paid or not. We write on scraps of paper. We write on social media. We write to our friends who say ‘can you make it a little shorter?”. I bet we sky write in our sleep.

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We are curious.

We ask questions. Talk to diverse people just to see what they have to say. Our minds engage in endless debates and conversations. Sometimes with our characters. Sometimes with ourself (so glad for the head phones now that makes us normal)Sometimes with family. ( we need to do that more often)

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Edwin Landseer, Scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Titania and Bottom, 1851, National Gallery of Victoria.

We dream.

Despite our cynicism with every application we fill out we hope this employer will pay a fair wage. We hope they value content more than grammar. When we mess up we hope they have a system that lets us know but does not keep us out too long. Most of us do not wish for riches we just want enough to raise the kids, pay our bills, and take our sweetie on some excursion once in a while.

I always hesitate to answer someone when they say they like my writing or the other way they do not. I am never sure how to respond to that. It is not that I am not pleased either way. (I got a REACTION to my thoughts on paper yes besides the editor!)

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         Sketch by Mary Page one day while pondering on a novel

Just when you think what you do not matter at all.

Someone calls or tells you. My mother in the nursing home does not smile much anymore but she read your book. When is Sajiv and Sharlene going to kiss? Her time is limited and she demands to know before she dies.

That alternative therapy you wrote about on cancer. Thanks it improved my wife’s quality of life.

I cannot afford the normal clothes. Thanks for the idea about vintage fashion.

That list on that product how you did it. I walked in and knew the specifications were exactly what I needed to solve my problem.

If we ever get paid what we truly are worth or at least pay forward we would be some of the richest people on the planet. Maybe we are Solomon’s kids. Dispensing bits of wisdom that others use to make their lives better often as ghost writers or for other companies. I wonder what God is going to do with us when we get to heaven since He knows everything who will we do research for then? What will we write then? Hmmm

I have an Indian friend who sent me the saying “You are living. You occupy space.You have a mass. YOU MATTER. I think on a bad day all writers need to hear that.

Until Next Time have a grand escapade,

Mary