Oh, That I Wish It Were

Sometimes I wish I were I a writer. Like, a for real, finishing books, that’s all I had to do all day writer. The awesome thing about being a writer, in my completely uninformed opinion, is that the book itself is your performance. But as a musician, the performance is your performance, and the recording is just your merchandise.

Duh.

As a musician, you have to sell yourself so that people will buy your music.
As an author, you just have to sell your book.

Am I wrong?

I’m wrong. But I think this reveals a little bit of truth in how I approach life, or rather, wish I could approach life. In my naive perspective, I just want to do what I do, and I want the rest to take care of itself while I watch approvingly.

Ok, so I know it’s not that easy. In fact, I know being a writer is infinitely difficult in a number of ways I’m verifiably ignoring and haven’t even begun to consider. 

I just want to live in a world where the art speaks for itself, does all the marketing for me, and takes care of all the booking. Is that too much to ask?

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