Writing About Writing

No, I am not dead; I was just really burned out and couldn't put a decent enough sentence together to post here. See? That last one was pretty awful.

I am a victim of the recession, unable to get a job since I graduated last July. Since then I've been applying to jobs that I shouldn't even be thinking about, but that's the way it goes when you need to start earning money. I either get the reply that I'm "overqualified" (I suppose it's a polite way of saying "I don't want you to be taking my job a couple of years down the road") or that I "don't have enough experience" (this is for the graduate jobs, but I can't get experience because I'm "overqualified". Catch-22, right?). It is incredibly frustrating, and I really don't know how people who refuse to work cope with sitting on their arses all day.

Now all this free time has left me with the option of concentrating on my writing. It has also made me realise that I really want writing to be part of my future career, but I know that it's little more than a hobby right now. Sure, I have my small job over at ButtonSmasher and I love it, but all this worry about not having much income has dulled the creative mass of flesh in my skull. I'm finding it hard to come up with original articles, and I know that pumping out news articles doesn't really flex my abilities when it comes to writing. On that note I have decided to do something about it.

There is no point in moping around feeling sorry for myself; my brain wants to be used. I need to put all my spare effort (e.g. when I'm not looking for a job) into my writing. I know I have the ability to be an incredibly creative person, as I have been in the past, and wasting this talent is not going to get me anywhere in life. I may be unemployed, but I have been given the gift of enough free time to do something with my life. I may never get this chance again, so I need to grasp it while I still can. The more I write, the better I will get. Well, at least that's the way it's supposed to work anyway.

I guess this is the long way of saying that I'm back to updating this blog, and hopefully I'm back to writing something that anyone who stumbles across this blog can enjoy. In the end it may not support me financially, but writing is my passion and every day I don't write I feel a little more depressed. I may very well end up working in Tesco, but at least I will come home to a place where I can flex my creative muscles.

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