Would you label me as a poor, literary slave? Would you think less of me? Would you have these tall expectations that I produce long paragraphs in a short span of time and that these long paragraphs are completely unflawed by grammatical blunders?
If you answered ‘yes’ to one of the questions above, then you seriously need to re-assess your lack of better judgment. Seriously—run somewhere and get divine intervention or something.
Lately, it’s incredibly frustrating and sad, at the same time that most of the stuff I get paid to write has nothing to do with any of my interests. Every working day, I am expected to produce search engine-optimized string of sentences about a product or service that I don’t have first-hand experience in; I am expected to market something I haven’t touched or felt, but look as if it’s the greatest thing in the planet; and lastly, I am expected write the same shit during the whole 8-hour work timeframe.
Most of my articles and other write-ups (except this blog and my other personal blogs, of course) adhere to what we call “Company Standards.” To put it simply, my professional writing haven’t got a smoke of a soul. All is purely for business purposes—even my writing style is severely altered by the editors’ preferences.
What non-writers miss most of the time is that we don’t automatically spew sensible sentences at a drop of a hat. What are we, a human word factory? We need time to think. We need time to adjust on the surroundings. We need space where we could position at the most comfortable way. We need inspiration. Why, fictional Sex and the City character, Carrie Bradshaw even work at the comforts of her apartment building just to come up with a sensational column.
What I’m trying to say is, don’t get your panties up in a bunch when us, writers, do not exceed your expectations. Don’t expect us to be perfectly articulate all the time. After all, we’re just humans like you.
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