blazeofglory
07-30-2008, 08:03 AM
I am afraid whether literary figures can survive against the tests of time. I took to writing notwithstanding the fact that it does not pay me, and that it isolates me. Writing is a private business and you need to single yourself out publicly and socially and familially. You become stranded and out of touch with the many things the majority enjoy, getting glued to dry books. If you can come up with commercials you will make bucks, but you are of a creative species and cash in on inventive genres you will be plunged financially, as it does not guarantee you financial security. If you take up this, the writing stuff, you can take it as a hobby, something that can not assure you of a minimum earning. There is joy, excitement, passion and all the stuffs in writing but not bucks.
To be on the best list, nay just on the list of acclaimed writers is out of question; for getting listed you need a connection and the connection is possible if you are clued-up. Most writers get thwarted at the end of the day, and live ruefully or repentantly, crying of course over their past goofs, the goof of taking to writing of all.
Today, I do not know in your part of the world, in mine it is a most disenchanted line of work, and no one gets rewards, the few getting rewarded are once in a blue moon with negligible sums or recognitions. Writers are dying generations in my part of the world.
I do not write as a professional. I work elsewhere and write on occasion as my pastimes. Despite no social recognition here I feel elevated or feisty spiritually.
I do not think it has a future, propitiously promising. There are alternatives for you to hang on, and yet I see silver linings in the future of literature thinking that our life styles are getting mechanical and machinated, and man needs something to re-spirit or revitalize life, it is unquestionably to literature we will have to turn to at the end of the day. It becomes an oasis when you are in the endless stretches of sands. Honestly speaking, in the face of all kinds of unrecognizing public gatherings and new value systems it is only literature or poetry that can trigger my soul.
But alas I am watching how literary generations are getting incinerated
To be on the best list, nay just on the list of acclaimed writers is out of question; for getting listed you need a connection and the connection is possible if you are clued-up. Most writers get thwarted at the end of the day, and live ruefully or repentantly, crying of course over their past goofs, the goof of taking to writing of all.
Today, I do not know in your part of the world, in mine it is a most disenchanted line of work, and no one gets rewards, the few getting rewarded are once in a blue moon with negligible sums or recognitions. Writers are dying generations in my part of the world.
I do not write as a professional. I work elsewhere and write on occasion as my pastimes. Despite no social recognition here I feel elevated or feisty spiritually.
I do not think it has a future, propitiously promising. There are alternatives for you to hang on, and yet I see silver linings in the future of literature thinking that our life styles are getting mechanical and machinated, and man needs something to re-spirit or revitalize life, it is unquestionably to literature we will have to turn to at the end of the day. It becomes an oasis when you are in the endless stretches of sands. Honestly speaking, in the face of all kinds of unrecognizing public gatherings and new value systems it is only literature or poetry that can trigger my soul.
But alas I am watching how literary generations are getting incinerated