Writing Life and the 9 to 5

As I neared college graduation 6 months ago, I was most excited about the prospect of being able to spend my free time reading and writing for leisure. Although I work a minimum of 40 hours per week at a pretty typical office job (and spend another 5 hours per week on my commute), I figured I’d have an abundance of free time to work on all my passion projects (poetry, blogging, reviewing, reading, etc, etc). But there are a couple of things that make the day job/night writer thing a bit tricky.

(1) Once you leave college, no one will hold you accountable for doing your work. Despite how badly I wanted to write, it took me months to sit down and discipline myself to work hard on a regular (ie. daily) basis. It’s still a struggle. It’ll probably always be a struggle. You want to write? Then sit down (or stand, whatever) and WRITE. Seriously, go do it right now.

And (2), no matter how hard you were able to work yourself in college, you’ll likely need to change your ways once you adjust to the daily grind. In college, I regularly functioned on a few hours of sleep. Because college offers such a flexible schedule and (in comparison to corporate life) is incredibly laid back, it’s possible to get three hours of sleep, roll out of bed, and still function perfectly fine during Advanced Shakespeare. But in the “real world,” I have to wake up out 6:15 each morning, guzzle coffee, don my dress slacks, manage my hair, and be alert enough to, at a minimum, reasonably operate a computer for 8 straight hours. It’s an unnatural schedule, and more taxing than it sounds.

If you want to work all day, and spend your nights writing, you need to hold yourself accountable. I set reasonable goals for myself (ones that I’m capable of accomplishing, and that still allow me to get at least 5 or 6 hours of sleep). Some reasonable goals I try to follow:

  • Publish one blog post each Tuesday (a new goal!)
  • Write 2-3 articles per month
  • Write one book review per month
  • Read 2 books per month
  • Write every day, primarily focusing on poetry

These goals are reasonable. They give me some flexibility, because although I strive to write every day, I allow myself to write in different styles and genres. Nothing is off limits. Some days I work on my poetry, some days on a research paper, and other days on a blog post. I give myself some deadlines to work with, I put them in my calendar, and I commit to them. In fact, right now I’m missing out on watching a comedy with my family to write this blog post. After all, my calendar says “Writing Life and the 9 to 5,” so duty calls. I find it helpful to write my “assignment” directly on my calendar instead of simply writing “blog due.” Being specific about what I want to accomplish each Tuesday gives me a gentle reminder of what I want to write about, and allows me to brainstorm throughout the week.

I have long-term goals too, things like getting published in literary magazines, blogging for a literary site, writing a book, recording an audio book, becoming a poetry editor, etc, etc, etc. but I’ve found that it’s best to start with manageable goals that will help me to accomplish these bigger ones in the future.

My point is that working full time and finding time to establish yourself as a writer is no easy task, but many people do it, and they do it with kids, with extensive household responsibilities, and with far more distractions than I’ll ever have. So what’s my excuse? The goal is to someday (someday, someday, someday) be able to write full time, but for now, I’m working hard, paying my bills, and always, always writing.


Writing Garbage/ETC

I write everyday, but some days are harder than others. Some days I find myself churning out pages of inspired poetry… Other days I struggle to complete a single prompt. And still other days I barely write more than a journal entry. It’s a very novice writing life, and I sometimes get discouraged with myself, especially when I churn out pages and pages of overly personal poetry (it happens, okay). But I keep on writing. Even when my writing is trash, I keep going, and eventually I get out of my slump.

The act of writing poetry is often cathartic, and I find that my productivity increases when I’m feeling particularly emotional or “down.” I occasionally get into writing slumps. Sometimes I’m simply uninspired. There are days when I don’t feel like writing at all. And you know what? That’s okay …If you discipline yourself. Writing is work. Our passions are work. On those days when I don’t want to write, there are a few things I do to get the ink flowing:

  • Free Writing: When I’m feeling totally uninspired, I find free writing exercises to be of tremendous benefit. Set a timer for 15 or 20 minutes, grab a typewriter or reliable pen and paper, and just start writing. Don’t think about it. Just let your thoughts go and write out everything that comes to mind. Don’t be judgmental of your work. Just write. Look back at it in a couple of days. The noise in your mind may actually inspire some great writing.
  • Pick a Prompt: There are times when I tend to get a bit obsessed with a particular aspect of my life, and devote all of my creative energy to that one thing (ie. during my last semester of college, I was so emotional/stressed/anxious that nearly all of my poems hinted at my anxiety for the forthcoming change). Focusing on prompts is a great way to force yourself out of the bubble and into new territory.
  • Dear Diary… On those days when I simply can’t bring myself to write or revise a poem, I grab an old journal from my book shelf and just start scribbling. I find that just forcing myself into the act of writing can be beneficial, even if the subject matter is completely worthless. The following excerpt is from Feb. 8, 2012, for your reference: “Spring break is less than a month away. It would be cool if summer was less than a month away. But I shouldn’t wish time away. Away away away.” Yay, trash! But still, it’s writing. Total garbage writing… but writing.

The thing is, if you want to write good poetry, then by all means, just write when you’re feeling inspired. But if you want to write great poetry (I do!), then you need to do the work. It’s as simple as that. Stop spending time questioning your abilities as a writer. Just write! Write garbage. Write total trash. Even the worst poem ever written is still 100% better than no poem at all.


My Beef with Doc Martens

I started wearing Dr. Martens 8 eye boots in high school, and instantly loved how my feet could be so comfortable (like therapeutic walking shoes kind of comfortable), but still manage to look cool. They’re versatile enough to be paired with nearly anything. I’ve worn mine to dive bars and corporate luncheons, art fairs and hospitals. The clunky-soled boots certainly aren’t for everyone, but I’ve been stopped on the street multiple times by strangers curious about my funky footwear. When it comes to comfort and street style, Dr. Martens knows their stuff. The brand’s website brags about how different their styles are, how they’re a pivotal icon in countercultures around the world, but the site has little to say about the quality of their high priced footwear, something I think is incredibly important considering the price range.

Docs are pricey. A pair of boots will run you an upwards of 130 bucks, and flashier styles run up past $200. “But they’ll last forever” I half-convinced myself while perusing the online shop… I own two pairs of 8-eye boots (so a nearly $300 investment in footwear) and I’m here to tell you, they don’t last.  After 5 years of owning my first pair, I noticed a crack in my cushioned sole, and worse, a rip in the leather tongue. After another month of typical wear and tear, the tongue completely ripped off. Needless to say, I was disappointed with the lack of quality. I tend to keep (and wear) my shoes for years, and I’ve never had a pair that self-destructed the way these Docs did. Even my countless tennies from Payless remain in great condition after years of daily wear.

I figured that Dr. Marten’s would have a great customer service policy regarding damaged footwear, especially considering the price of their shoes. After calling the 800 number, I was told that the brand doesn’t offer a repair facility. I was instructed to find a local shoe repair company and have the tongue reattached out of my own pocket. I was told that the tongue ripping out was likely a cause of typical wear and tear because I’d had my boots so long. Ridiculous. The tongue in my right boot remains intact with no signs of tearing, and since I always handled both boots similarly, I’m thinking I likely received my left boot with a factory defect (perhaps a hairline rip in the tongue that grew over the years). Regardless of the cause, I at least expected a discount on a new pair of boots, but the brand offered me nothing. What’s more, the comfort of the boots seemed to deteriorate a bit each year. The soles had lost their bounciness, the leather was cracking and bending around the ankles, and the lack of tongue left my left boots practically unwearable.

Regardless, I giddily unpacked a shiny new pair of Doc’s from my uncle last Christmas. I slipped them on, ogled over the comfort of the new soles, and began wearing them daily to the office. Three months went by, so far, so good. I was hoping my last pair of boots were a fluke, and that these new ones were destined to be an icon of the quality I was expecting. No such luck. In mid-April, I slipped my boot on, tugging lightly on the leather boot-strap (you know, the loop on the heel that is designed to help you slip your boots on) when it completely snapped off the heel, leaving a useless flap of fabric on the back of my boot. I called customer service once more, explaining that my brand new boot had torn, and was told that I could take my boots to a local repair center, send my receipt to the Dr. and be reimbursed. That’s the best they could do for me.

I admit, I love the look of Doc Martens, but the quality simply isn’t there. I certainly won’t be purchasing another pair.