Kind of About Writing
Well, great God almighty, noveleers, it’s been a hell of a first quarter here at the house of Carson Craig.
There may not be a load of stuff about writing in this post, but there’s going to be a little, and I think it’s important.
The Day Job
At my day job, content-spinner for a big corporation, my whole work group started the new year all excited about a wealth of new post-fodder we were about to come into possession of, and new people coming in to swell the digital might of our chattering band. All this was thanks to some reshuffling of corporate principals and powers.
Then, on the first Friday of the year, we were all informed that instead of enhancing our efforts, said reshuffling had resulted in our entire group becoming redundant, meaning: no job for you! We were given two options: 1) Stay 30 days, get a severance package, and say goodbye. 2) Enter the 60-Day Dance of Death; that is, take 60 days to find another job inside the company and, if that doesn’t happen, get severance package and say goodbye.
What with a teenaged son to feed and a self-employed spouse to insure, I took the Dance. I was fortunate. On day 57 I landed a job. Deep breaths were taken. Brows were mopped. Scotch was drunk.
The 60-Day Dance sucked. But, upon reflection, there was more to it than suckage.
Now I am sitting here writing this post and it is Easter Day. Whether you’re a Christian or not, it’s fairly likely you’re aware this is a day when we (I’m an Episcopalian—“Catholic lite” should give you a rough idea) celebrate Jesus’s return to life after being stone dead for three days—or more like, two and a half days, maybe, since he is crucified on Friday, buried on Saturday, and then busting out of his tomb on Sunday.
Whether or not you believe this literally happened, the story itself is about amazing and wonderful things coming out of complete and total garbage. Jesus dies a horrible death, but comes back to life and soon inspires his followers to start a new religious movement.
My experience is nothing compared to that, but I did find that flowers quickly grew in the muck of the 60-Day Dance.
Co-workers from my entire, long tenure at this company came out of the woodwork to help and touched me with their concern and generosity.
My wife and son impressed me anew with their love and patience with me, a person who is often not so easy to live with.
People prayed and meditated for me. They asked me how it was going and supported me. My neighborhood community. My Boy Scout community. My church community. My workout community. My writing community.
I got a cool new day job. It’s kind of technical and kind of customer-facing (big company customers), which is very cool.
And now, here’s the writing part. I discovered that I really could write fiction under conditions of adversity. On the days—and there were many—when I felt absolutely drained of imagination and ability, I was still able to sit at the keyboard and knock out paragraphs, the majority of them somewhat serviceable. I think that means I probably have the intestinal fortitude to stick with the art.
So, yay. A writer’s life for me, at least part-time (for now).
Maybe you’ll have a writing Easter one day. I hope you come out of it okay, and I hope it makes you a stronger writer.
See you next time.