" . . . unto one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one; to every man according to his several ability; and straightway took his journey. Then he that had received the five talents went and traded with the same, and made them other five talents. And likewise he that had received two, he also gained other two. But he that had received one went and digged in the earth, and hid his lord's money. After a long time the lord of those servants cometh, and reckoneth with them. And so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents, saying, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me five talents:behold, I have gained beside them five talents more. His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant:thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things:enter thou into the joy of thy lord. He also that had received two talents came and said, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me two talents:behold, I have gained two other talents beside them. His lord said unto him, Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things:enter thou into the joy of thy lord. Then he which had received the one talent came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed: And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth:lo, there thou hast that is thine. His lord answered and said unto him, Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed: Thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury. Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents. For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance:but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath."
Being a writer is a hard life. First, you must learn to write, which is no easy task. There are thousands of cackle-babble heads out there who think they know all about writing. They know nothing about communication, but they got writing all figured out. They have it so figured out so much that no one can tell what they're talking about. Talk for thirty minutes, ain't said anything! I ain't even gonna lie to you, when I'm reading something, the first time I have to Google a word I go to another website. Simplicity! Dance with the one who brung you. When you can write like you speak, you're THERE! That doesn't mean be ignorant. It means make your meaning clear. It's always nice to pick up a thing or two, but never try to rise above your readers.
Then there's money. The nemesis of the budding writer. Everybody wants to be Hemmingway. Most won't, and that's what this article is all about. God, if you buy into that stuff, gives us abilities, or talents. We're expected to use those talents, and money has nothing to do with it. Money is the Devil's trick trying to tell us we aren't successful unless we make a lot of money. Then, if you do make a lot of money he convinces you that you can never be happy. When people become well off or famous watch the stupid factor. (Subway anyone?) The writer quickly becomes entwined in the idea that unless he or she makes a lot of money the product they produce is somehow worth less than a more lubricated writer. The only thing that matters is are you using the talents you were given.
Publishing is perplexing. All it really does is put your writing before the public. When the first stranger reads your writing you have succeeded. If thousands read you, great, but that doesn't matter. What matters is are you using those talents, and are you giving back to the world for all the free air you got to breathe! If you give up because you didn't get some big deal you are not using the talents.
It's hard. You will want to give up. Don't. The fulfillment of a well written article is the end game. You may never make a dime, but after years of filling the pot you will make a difference, sometimes great, sometimes not so great, but fifty years after you're dead some,twelve year old girl will read something you wrote and somewhere in the great beyond you will hear, " Well done, thou good and faithful servant!" That's what it's all about!
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