I imagine I’m not the first person with dreams of making a living from her words to stand in front of this exhibit at a museum in London and snap.
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I imagine I’m not the first person with dreams of making a living from her words to stand in front of this exhibit at a museum in London and snap.
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Okay, I’ll put my hand up.
Why is this snap-worthy?
I don’t get it.
Yours, waiting glumly chin to palm in a corner for an answer to an obviously obvious question,
franzy
you know…the thought of having an idea and then thinking, ‘but how will I pay for it?’ and then thinking, ‘oh, I know, I’ll write a novel, that will fund it’. It’s the opposite of how life usually works…’I’d like to write a novel, but how on earth will I pay for things if I am writing instead of making a living?’
OH!
Oh. Yeah. I totally knew THAT. I just, um, wanted you to see if YOU knew it.
Yeah.
Actually, I thought it might have had something to do with the gall that non-writer folks have when they say “I wish I could do something easy, like write a book or something”.
I had one of the science types come to me at work last week and ask where she could submit some poetry, you know, to get her publications up for promotion. I went to ask her where I could submit some algorithms I’d been drafting, you know to get some numbers out there for a change.
THAT is YOUR side and THIS is mine!
Gorgeous.
One of Paul Auster’s less interesting novels, written after a fallow period, is about someone trying to sell a game, I believe.
Not only that, I believe he also tried to do same, between selling novels.
i.e. between NOT selling novels.
Oh come on. You haven’t even tried inventing a noughts and crosses machine. I’ll bet that’s just the project that can fund you through a novel.
Babbage’s Analytical Engine was Turing Complete. What could be better?
Oh, and I recently saw a video of one made out of Meccano.