on a Saturday
September 17, 2011
I’m off to BrethrenCon in a few minutes. I fear my “talk like a pirate” muscles are out of practice, so I may just “talk like an author whose voice still hasn’t entirely recovered.” (I’m seeing someone about it. More on that later.)
Via Jay Lake, a link to Forbes list of “The Ten Happiest Jobs.” I looked for “author” on the list — and yes, it’s there, as I suspected it would be. Because as much as my writer friends and I bitch about the business, most of us wouldn’t trade our jobs for anything at all. Not even a gold-plated unicorn carrying sacks of gold. Do also scroll down to see the “Ten most hated jobs.” As part of my encouragement kick: when a kid in your life tells you they want to be a writer or artist, and you tell them they should have “something to fall back on” (like, say, one of those jobs on the “most hated” list), what you’re actually telling them is that money is more important than happiness. Just sayin’.