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Monday, May 27, 2013

Mothers, don't let your children grow up to be writers...

So... I write. This was a fine thing when I was six, and sent my first-grade teacher skipping into the next classroom with my composition book to show her fellow teacher my phonetic precociousness.  Somehow by six I had figured out that “tion” was “shun,” but hadn’t gotten the hang of “qu,” so in a composition about a field trip, I had written that we children had asked "kwestions."

It was nice when I was 10 or 11 and wrote poems for my summer camp session booklet (I remember my grandmother being particularly encouraging) or a few years later when a friend and I serialized stories on a homeroom blackboard, or my senior year in high school when I wrote a lot of the parodies for senior sing.

That's where I peaked. That's where somebody should have put a lid on the simmering ego stew. Someone (me, I guess) should have insisted I pursue a more definable and profitable occupation. Instead...I vaguely intended to turn this ability to string words together into a livelihood.

That didn’t work out too quickly after college. A strange ethnic weekly here, a mostly administrative spot in a PR firm there, where a press release parody made a hit with the client... I eventually noticed that on any given Sunday you could wallpaper a two-car garage with the NY Times' programmer classifieds.  Longing for a seller’s market, this led me to take two Cobol courses at night at NYU and a five-year detour programming for banks and other companies, back in the days of mainframes. My friends at these workplaces tended to be former social workers or rehabilitated language majors.

When I returned to writing I traded on my programming years, convincing employers that I had amassed the technical fluency to edit and write for user manuals and computer publications. By staying on the technical side I made more money than a generic reporter or your classic dreamer sort of fiction writer, but far less than programmers of the time. (Of course, truly gifted dreamer writers can and have spectacularly outearned programmers, but that’s extremely rare.)

Per pure kilowatt of mental energy, few things pay worse than writing.  For every lawyer suppressing his or her inner scribe, there must be at least an equal number of writers wishing mom or dad had pushed law school harder.  Or plumbing.  Or auto mechanics.

The rise of the Internet, where writers outnumber readers, has made a bad situation much worse, as anyone who's been following the media knows.  The whole raison d’etre of trade pubs, in which an editorial staff brought new products and trends to the attention of marketplace readers, was pretty much destroyed with the advent of the search engine.

The slow death of true journalism, let alone trade journalism, is a well-worn rant. To have been cut loose from an editorial spot after fifty is another all-too common and unhappy story.  The years since then… and there’s been a good handful of those… have included a few fat years writing for technical PR firms and companies, followed by years that take far too much pumping to keep up workflow.  

The “content marketing” drumbeat -- Do you hear it? -- is the sound of those PR firms and their ex-staff,  now contract writers trying to hang new shingles in a marketplace in which every company can be its own publisher. The old trade media intermediary has been forced to stop pretending to be written for readers, and today baldly advertises itself  as simply a marketing vehicle.

“Custom publishing” tries to look and smell like independent research and reporting, while being produced and directed by the companies that once bought advertising; ads that were clearly identifiable as such. Ads that once supported whole floors of editors, writers and graphic artists now let loose upon the freelance marketplace, thick on the ground, working from home, or gone to greener pastures.

The point of all this kvetching?  Mostly it’s for kvetching’s sake. By if you’ve come this far, let me just offer this tool in your efforts to dissuade your children from thinking of becoming “writers.”   And with that, the only good news and consolation: Some amazingly bad writing is perpetrated by some astonishingly well-paid and highly placed people.  If you can add writing ability to the kinds of practical educations they had the good sense to get, you will probably get to exercise those writing muscles and enjoy a better standard of living while designing circuits/reading x-rays/ selling insurance/ fixing cars.






3 comments:

  1. DISCLAIMER: While they may exert some influence, mothers do not actually have control over what their children chose to do when they grow up.

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  2. Also, are you implying that we should allow "true journalism" to die out with the retiring generation because it no longer pays as well as fixing cars?

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    1. No, we should not allow it to die out. It's a prime requirement of democratic society, and really, a whole separate issue from writing, per se. It's just one way, and the most socially useful way, for writers to keep themselves employed. Also, true journalism -- finding out what people don't necessarily want you to know -- requires a whole additional set of research and interviewing skills. So it =should pay= decently.

      But publishers/media need to be profitable, and ever since advertising dollars went to the web, newspapers and media companies have been cutting their editorial staffs and shutting their bureaus. We need to get people to pay for their information again; I hope these pay walls work. In the mean time, journalists need other skills to pay the rent.

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