Hmm. Am I pursuing the right career? Or is someone waiting to tell me something?
This recent BBC article suggests a strong and consistent link between creativity and a variety of mental disorders. The correlation is apparently ‘particularly strong for writers’. Time to give up the day job? Nah. Not yet.
Proof of the importance of proofreading…
Working at home is largely enjoyable but does have its challenges. I wrote a short poem about one of them last night. A five-minute effort, but it captures the moment.
Read it here:
There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
— W. Somerset Maugham
Watching Friday’s football international between England and Montenegro made me nostalgic. Not because I follow our national side, or indeed football itself, with any great passion. I ‘m afraid these days I sit firmly in the camp that feels today’s proponents come with high salaries, low morals, and little else to offer the world. But that’s why I enjoyed this game. Not for the football, which was rather boring, but for a return to an emotion I have long since missed in football – national pride.
When Montenegro scored their second goal to force a draw, they went ballistic. The ground erupted, the players hugged their fans, a nation unified. This wasn’t some brow-beating, egotistical celebration of the like enjoyed by many of our Premiership footballers, but a genuine burst of patriotism to bring all together. And I found myself reminiscing. Remembering the days when watching England was like that. The Stuart Pearces and Tony Adams’ and Terry Butchers and Bryan Robsons who went for it, and absolutely gave their all for the Three Lions – not for the twelve-bedroom mansion, diamond-earrings and inflatable tabloid models that seem to drive players today.
And that’s my problem. Today’s England players just don’t seem like they’re up for it. I suspect they’d rather be back with their clubs, pocketing their salaries. It’s all about the bank balance, and playing for England is secondary. The bit-on-the-side. Sometimes I don’t blame them. The excitement of the Premier League, with its riches and multinational talent and close competition is probably far more alluring than turning up for England. Let’s face it, most international games are a waste of time. Hopelessly mismatched qualifiers, tedious to watch. Only the knockout tournaments really ignite interest. But it’s been allowed to get like that – it doesn’t mean it should be like that.
Right. Best get it out of the way. Sorry. I have been startlingly remiss of late, having not contributed to my own blog for some two weeks. The blogger’s ultimate sin. For this I apologise. Truth is, I’ve been busy with other things. Which sounds a little disrespectful, until I reveal that these ‘things’ have involved copywriting. A lot of copywriting. Probably six point five days a week during September. Wonderful for me, if a little boring for my blog readers.
I’ve had the pleasure of working on a range of projects for a variety of people, and while I’m not sure I’d want to be as hectic every month, I’m immensely surprised and grateful that I was in what was my first month of freelancing. Thank you, all.