Or, why the one thing you aspire to be will never feel as great as you think it will.
Writing is hard. You know that, I know that, other writers know that, hell, every college student in America knows that. And I try to follow a few rules when I write, like always preceding a conjunction with a comma. Or ….. try not to badmouth any part of an industry that has contributed to my livelihood this summer. But, several secrets have to be revealed to the public because, quite frankly, some of this is ridiculous. Understanding my background a little bit will help you see the full problem. I’m a twenty one year old student in the south studying social science. I have knowledge of things outside my own field, but nothing that could be considered an expert opinion. When I started writing articles for hire, topics were simple; something in the health niche or a technology post for a blog. However, as time went by I kept getting recruited for projects that seemed like it would require an expert opinion. Yet, I was still the author. If you knew me, you would see that this is a problem.
I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’m a fairly intelligent guy. No stranger to the dean’s list you could say I do my homework (okay maybe I like to toot my horn). However, an employer from Utah’s Department of Transportation recently contacted me to provide a press release explaining a new method of mixing concrete they plan to implement later this year and this struck me as odd. An official state organization putting me in charge of producing an informational press release that would probably be read by dozens of individuals. I had no idea of anything involved in the field of construction management, yet after a few short hours of researching and writing I turned in a fluffed out three page press release to a very grateful client.
I am an individual who forgets where I put my keys. It took me a year to memorize my own telephone number, and drink large amounts of alcohol daily. I don’t believe I’m currently capable of providing quality, educational writing. But I guess I’m wrong, right? I often have trouble spelling the words weird, definitely, restaurant, and Wednesday. I have no idea what an adverb is and until last week thought the American Civil War was fought in the early 20th century, (to my credit I confused it with the Civil Rights Movement). Low self esteem and arrogance are two sides to my coin of self-concept though, because I know that I can write
good well. I don’t need to stroke my ego with this, but it’s simply that I thought the field of writing would be a lot more official. Like teams of editors came to the authors bedside and went through his first, second, third and forth drafts in red pen until the finished product was nothing short of perfect. Needless to say, journalism, you have disappointed me. Just as George Lucas has done time and time again, and will do three more times. Unfortunately.
The emperor has no clothes