I can’t remember the number of times I’ve bee asked (or I’ve asked myself), “Why are you doing this?”
I can’t count the number of times I’ve tried to find a deep answer.
I’m an explorer. I like to chase my curiosities. I have so many diverse interests that do not fit into a niche or genre.
I’ve learnt how to bake, sew, make beads, draw and so many other things. Today, I want to teach; tomorrow, I want to be an engineer; in the next hour I want to become president. Five minutes later, I want to fly a spaceship.
“Why, Dee, why?” You’ll ask.
“I don’t know,” I’ll say and shrug. “I mean, flying a spaceship would totally be fun.”
“But you’re a fiction writer. Writers write. They don’t become spaceship pilots! You’re totally going off brand”
I make beads because I enjoy it. I draw because I enjoy it. I teach because I enjoy it. I design because I enjoy it.
Most of the times, we cage ourselves into a “brand” and we force ourselves to stick to our “deep passions” which can really be excruciating.
And so we never get to try new things so that we don’t go off-brand.
Where’s the fun in that?
My mother complains that I can’t stick to one thing. That’s because I love trying new stuff out and when I’m done with it, I move on to the next thing. I’m aware that this may be considered a bad habit but when I hear the call of curiousity, I follow with the promise of fun.
I cannot count the number of times, writing work has been delegated to me all because I claim to be a writer. “Help me write this, Dee.” “Help me go through this, Dee.” “Does this sentence make me sound like I have a stick up my butt?” And so...