I always wanted to be a writer when I was a kid. I had teachers who encouraged it, parents who fed my love of books, and my mother even sprang for me to take some writing classes by mail when I was a teen.
Then college and full time job happened. Because I knew that writer was a ‘hobby’ and I needed something to pay the bills. I wanted a job I liked and writing to be what I did. But, I didn’t want it to feel like a chore.
I tried a little writing here and there–mostly when inspired for a couple days, a few half-inspired attempts at NaNoWriMo.
Then, I started volunteering at a convention. I’m a webcomic addict and was thrilled to help out with the webcomic guests. I was enjoying it and went to more cons so I could see my webcomic writer/artists friends. Just before the NaNoWriMo where I started the first novel I’ve finished writing, I attended Intervention. Internet+Convention, where real life meets the internet.
The convention is all about the internet creators, the webcomics, the bloggers, the podcasts. The people who create. It’s focused on helping them grow as creators, helping them connect, and working to build their brand.
I’m walking around that convention and checking out all the new comics and things I need to check out when I get home and the conversation keeps coming back to, “what do you do?”
In the suburbs of Washington D.C., where I live, ‘What do you do?” is the 2nd question that comes out of peoples mouths, right after they find out which quadrant of the beltway you leave nearest. Most people are government contractors of some sort, some teachers, many IT types.
At Intervention, the question was different.
All I could say is that I was a fan. That I was a consumer. My purpose at the convention was to find more stuff to buy. I could help support the artists and writers that I enjoyed financially. But, I didn’t do anything. It reminded me of my dream and my failed novel attempts.
It made me want to have a better answer.
What do YOU do?