Todays daily prompt is called Oil, Meet Water, and it asks:
Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?
I am closest to myself, but it often feels like there is more than one guy at the wheel. We HAVE to get along. We are trapped in the same body, but our motivations are very different.
There is the one guy inside me who wants to be a writer. He wants to ignore everything else in life and focus only on writing. Screw the job. Screw all the other life ambitions. Screw status.
And there is another guy in there too. He seems more ‘reasonable.’ This other guy says, “Hey man, you gotta pay some bills.” This other guy also says stuff like, “Hey man, everybody wants to be a writer. Good luck competing with everybody else in the world with an internet connection.”
Sometimes the two guys resolve their differences when one of them compromises and says, “Know what? I’ll just write some stuff…sometimes…on a blog…whenever I feel like it. It could be about anything. I don’t have to BE a writer, I can just write stuff sometimes.”
Am I in love with writing? Or am I in love with the idea of being a writer?