The Happily Disgruntled Writer compares and contrasts differing philosophies on what it means to be a writer…



11 Replies to “The Happily Disgruntled Writer compares and contrasts differing philosophies on what it means to be a writer…”

  1. “Go be a professional snowboarder—that’s also marvelously pointless, and the parties are better.” :D

    I had a horrible college prof in design who claimed that unless your work could hang in the Louvre there was no point in doing it. Presumably that is why he was teaching? Young and insecure that idiot affected me tremendously, to the point where I gave up painting in lieu of panic attacks when I tried. That idiocy pervaded through a lot of creative work. If I couldn’t be perfect I wouldn’t do. I didn’t write, I didn’t write poetry, I didn’t paint, I didn’t… If I tried I was a basket case.

    The good news is that I have no illusions about ever being a professional writer. Now with the :::cough::: wisdom with mild :::cough::: aging, I have finally started putting some of that nonsense to rest. I’m not trying to make a living. I would love to write a perfect story and I intend to improve and learn and practice. I don’t have to suffer for my art, well, not too much.

    I still can’t pick up a paint brush though. Working on it.


    1. Dang, sounds like a real jerk of a professor. I’m pretty sure just about everyone has insecurities when it comes to putting their heartfelt creations out there for all to see and possibly criticize, but it sounds like this less than professorial prof had some serious and deep insecurities, ones that could only be alleviated by inflicting and instilling them in others. Geez, maybe you should write a poem or book using his name in a ridiculing manner, kinda like how Lynyrd Skynyrd took their high school gym teacher’s name Leonard Skinner because he gave them such a hard time for their long hair and whatnot.

      Better yet, paint a smashing caricature of him.

      Own him.


  2. Sorry Kurt, I might read the article later. I am really tired and was just browsing WordPress for some nice pictures to look at. But this cartoon reminds me of a Dutch song by two singers called Acda & De Munnik. The song is called “Miss you” (Mis ik jou). The song is about the singer always wanted to feel the blues, so he could sing the greatest song and translate the worst pain into words. He always imagined himself after a break-up or heavy incident in life and singing about the bad thing that happened to him: “I can see myself, sitting in front of a window, with a full moon and a glass of red wine and I sing the most heartbreaking songs. But now I finally have the “blues”, I don’t like it.”

    They have some great songs, really mocking writers at Starbucks and such.

    Well, of to get some rest, have a good day sir!


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      1. Thanks mate :-) It’s 17:15 o’clock right now, so traveling home from work. Some eating, and I think a 5 mile run and then some sleep :)

        I don’t know how it feels to want pain – well get to think about, we all are psychological masochists in some way and for whatever reason. We all know too how it feels to want to get rid of pain though ;) What I like about the song: it isn’t all negative, in the end they sing: “The blues is great, if you have somebody waiting for you”.


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        1. You don’t know how it feels to “want pain”?! Are you kidding me…you’re voluntarily going on a 5 mile run! If that isn’t wanting pain I don’t what is… :) Yeah man, I def agree about the psychological masochists…that’s why sad songs and novels fair so well. We are the most happy when someone is making us poetically miserable…



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