October 14, 2002

To Market To Market

Well. Nothing to post here this early Monday morning. The little ditty on deer hunting I was planning to put up today has been indefinitely postponed. Best I can figure, it will be read by Fred of Fragments as an on-air essay on the local public radio station soon, so I'm told. I should probably defer 'publishing' it until after it is aired.

I am sort of tickled having my words broadcast in a new way. It may be that, in addition to exposure to a wide audience of listeners, there might be some good contacts made among the hearers, nodes in a networking that might conspire for The Good towards my new 'calling'.

In a recent epiphany, I heard a voice, as it were, saying "do what you enjoy; follow your bliss. What are you waiting for? Those things you were going to do 'some day'... Hey chum. Not that many left. Pay attention." Yo boss.

So, while open to the possibilities of picking up some prn hours in rehab-related work, I have set the goal, with great support from our staff here at Goose Creek Enterprises (e.g., the wife) to 'do something with words'. Taught for 12 years: a paid mouth. PT'd for 12 years: paid hands. Now, maybe we will play with words, not having to feed a family of four (some may remember the joke) and perhaps words will lead me to that niche 'out there' where the weather fits my current clothes. To discover new friends, to explore other parts of my core, to find other passions beyond butterflies and woodlot management and foggy mornings. Maybe. The gamble is worth the effort, I'm thinking so far.

After 6 months of Fragments, I am not quite as self-conscious about what or why I write. The process is a healthy daily rhythm now and I like the way thoughts and ideas present themselves to me, the way they find more 'receptive surfaces' in my awareness and attention, now that I write with accountability to a few readers and do it every day. These are the same images and thoughts that have flitted around in my mind for years, but until Fragments, I have always advised myself: "just swallow it, enjoy your own wittiness or poignance, turn that pithy phrase over and over in your mind; chew your wordy cud; reingest that bit of weird or quirky verbage, but keep your mouth shut and get back to work." This has been a bit like holding one's breath, and I know now, since I have begun to write every day, that I really enjoy breathing.

I've no fixed focus yet. I have had the 2003 Writer's Market for a week now, and have a few potential consumer magazines picked out that might want what I can produce already. And there are some others that I would like to grow into, that ask for a scope and depth of offering that I have not attempted yet. I think I could rise to the challenge. It may lose its charm when writing is not for passion, but I think I can find a balance between writing from the heart and from the wallet or to the market.

And of course, I have especially enjoyed sharing my love of the visual, and photography has been a large part of the energy behind Fragments. Unfortunately, most magazines still accept only prints or transparencies (chiefly meaning large format, not 35 mm slides) and not digital images. This is not an insurmountable problem, but nonetheless, a glitch for the non-professional freelancer.

So, stay tuned here in this new broadened emphasis on writing. I have no illusions with this. I acknowledge my limitations while also recognising that, after all these years of buccolic thoughts and photographs and immersion in the natural world, I do have my own unique point of view, as you well know. And I do love the richness of language and the creative outlet of photography.

And I know that, many, many times, it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive.

Oh, yeah. And when the deer-hunting ditty on WVTF in Roanoke gets placed on their schedule, I'll give you a heads-up and the radio station link. That way you'll be able to hear the voice that goes with the old curmudgeon who grows his gardens and spins his yarns out here in Middle Earth. Y'all have a good week!

Posted by fred1st at October 14, 2002 06:37 AM

Very cool! Woo hoo!

Posted by: Da Goddess at October 15, 2002 12:06 AM

Egads, I missed the point of this the first time I read it. You're doing an on-air essay for NPR? FAR-OUT!!

When I read your stuff, I can hear your voice as I read, and I think many of your posts would make fine material for radio broadcasts. Here's hoping you get more of this kind of thing coming your way. Congratulations!

Posted by: Curt at October 15, 2002 12:42 PM

Too cool. No more "waiting to exhale"? Heh, sorry..couldn't resist. Looking forward to the broadcast!

Posted by: Lisa at October 16, 2002 09:32 AM

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