Requirements of the position:
- Navigate social media with authentic (non-threatening) mastery
- Engage constantly (except during twice weekly showers)
- Market yourself and your work with love (not slime)
- Advance causes without being didactic or confrontational (use hashtags)
- Teach at every opportunity (schools, libraries, conferences, bus stops, laundromats)
- Juggle everything (deadlines, family, second jobs, fire, occasional small carnivores)
- Manage complicated projects (including life) on extremely limited funds (the reward is the doing)
- Be a role model for everything (all the time)
Snark aside, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a working writer. There are many expectations (see above). Some of them (maybe not juggling fire) do seem to be required of the position. But what does it really mean to do this job? What are my “responsibilities”?
Only this… to think hard about what makes people tick, to open myself to deep emotions, to tell stories that move me, and to wrestle with words until a world is born anew on the page.
This is my job.
And it is good.