Or so they tell me.
Two and half years into my writing degree I find myself surrounded by lecturers and tutors and cynical students who spend an inordinate amount of time whining about how no one makes any money in writing, no one’s getting published, no one’s getting contracts, how it’s impossible to make a career as a wordsmith in this day and age.
And they seem to think this should be encouraging.
I don’t deal well with negativity and, in a state of depressed desperation, I sought out other voices. I talked to writers and publishers and journalists and every single one of them told me what a load of bullshit this was.
I’ve received a lot of good advice from a lot of good people, and without doubt the most important thing anyone ever told me was that you can’t wait around for opportunity to come to you. You make your own opportunity when you take matters into your own hands.
Nowadays, if you want to be taken seriously, if you want to get your name out there, if you want to have any success as a writer, you need to have a blog.
This, I suppose, is my attempt at being a so-called ‘serious writer’.