I boast myself as a writer as much as ‘Captain’ Jack Sparrow. But, what changes, when someone asks you to write, instead of the ‘inkling to write’.
“I need bricks to make clay”
That’s the phrase or dialogue I used to ask for research.
I’ve been a part of organisations, where there were a clear lack of workflow. No one knew what they were doing. A few were aware that they require the money.
But, no one was concerned about the organisation. As, the CEO was just a face; behind the blacklisted CTO.
There were these two client service people. One male and another female. Seeking to have power, over responsibility.
I was fired by the female.
As, I don’t mingle well with muggles.
I have been fired thrice, as much as I remember.
And, I’ve quit more than thrice.
I boast this around, just now. Coz am a little intoxicated. Yet, capable of writing legible and cohesive phrases.
There are CEOs who have a vision. And, there are muggles who posses money. I’m not in a place to judge. But, I can’t help but observe.
Jack Of All or a King?
If someone asks the same to me, I’d say King of course. Even a layman will do the same.
But, who acts it?
I know editing.
And, content as well as copy writing.
Can, I be a King of just one?
That, I like to choose and love to do?
Everything that we do, out of passion becomes a task after doing the same as a job.
Industry people refer to music notes as – that fucking note and this shitty note.
But, as a listener – we love to just listen to the tune. Obsess over it for a while. Do we have any idea of what goes behind creating it? NO!!!
Art – and its creation are different poles.
If you see beauty.
There was pain.
Was a result of a overwhelming joy.
Here I am, not at all drunk. Yet, pretending to be. And, writing / or just typing out words. Which, needs to be told.
There isn’t anything wrong, in doing what you love, that too – for money. It just takes patience, to get acquainted with idiocies that are abound.
Many a startups sprew themselves out of nowhere. A fewer stay. And a fewer still stay among-st them.
I don’t care about the politics and the management. I love to write. And, am getting paid for it. That’s enough. I’ll do this, until I’m fired – oh…sorry, until I’ve been let go.