You seem kinda bent on creating an impression of elitism.
I myself have been so-bent on many occasions. I think that my better self has usually emerged when I fertilize the growth of others’ self-aspirations.
That’s less of a stretch than it is a pulling and a complete snapping apart: aspiring to being a writer (paid or not) is as akin to bilking more than half a billion dollars from investors, while faking the science and engineering under a cult-like abusive work environment the same way that aspiring to be a dancer is akin to manufacturing telescope lenses while secretly wanting to shift into a less managerial/more math-focused area of the space professions. (How’s that for a tortured simile?)
I’m half Scottish, so I will spare you the strife of putting up a video of ‘You Cannae Shove Your Granny of a Bus’. Your partner would either have fond memories of childhood, or complain bitterly as he fails to stop that earworm for the rest of the day.
Writer’s aren’t often written by writers as cowards though.
Herman Wouk did it, which I’ve always found interesting.
And he’s still around at 103, so it couldn’a hoyt.
Pretty tortured. Good thing you’re not a writer (I am joking!!)
The simile I intended referred to her presenting what only existed aspirationally (of doing heaps of tests from a drop of blood etc) as if it were real. She may have intended and hoped and even believed that the tech would one day do these things (although she may also have just been a shyster), but she sold it as if it already did and that is where she crossed the line.
Likewise, in my own opinion (that everyone does not need to share) someone who aspires to be read ought not to present themselves as if that is already the case, for that is the culturally pragmatic difference between being someone who writes and someone who is a writer. The latter has already found some kind of audience that accepts the identification (usually by paying money for the work).
Perhaps this is an elitist POV. But I don’t really think so. Either way, it’s how I see the matter. You can see things differently. I don’t mind disagreement, but I hate misunderstanding.
I made a jacket to wear to a local festival that celebrates general geekiness. The theme this year was Once Upon A Time. I went as the author. The jacket has fabrics showing books, pages of writing, a typewriter, dragon, potions, the alphabet and, of course, cups of tea.
(I am joking!!)
