I’ve been mulling this over a few days. A client was heard to, um, be unsatisfied with the fact that their spouse is not a reader, and therefore also not a good outlet for listening to writing ideas. You know – when you have a subplot to work out and you need to rant out loud about it. Or you’re stuck and you just need to run on until it all jogs loose. Sometimes creativity shouldn’t have to operate in a vacuum. And then I heard the sad news that another client was unfortunately going to be splitting up with their other half. And it was implied that it was about the writing.
Now I know that there are those out there who have very supportive spouses who just love them to death and think being part of the opportunity for them to pursue their writing and publishing dreams is a more than worthy goal. But I also get the impression that there are far too many authors in a similar position to those above. Writing is already a lonely enough business as it is. And it can be tough on a relationship. Especially when one of the people just doesn’t get it. The muse is a demanding mistress, and all that. Of course — I’ve also heard that writers shouldn’t live with other writers because of some sort of inherent conflicts that arise between their mutual creative requirements.
I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with this. Thinking out loud I guess. Because sometimes I get a similar impression about my job. I mean, I was a bookaholic before I got into this. And I remember my dad laughing when he found out that someone was going to pay me to read. He thought it was hysterical. Of course, now the reading takes up a much smaller part of the job and I find myself often mired in contracts, marketing, and so forth. But that’s another rant. I still get it, though – sometimes from people close to me that I think should know better; like agenting is some kind of book-related hobby or something. Go fig. It – like writing – isn’t a “real” job, even if one is making money at it….