CAREER BUILDING(S)

by Gar Anthony Haywood

As I’ve mentioned several times recently, the family and I are the proud owners of a new home.  We moved into a classic “fixer-upper” in the Glassell Park area of Los Angeles last October, and I’ve been plenty busy ever since putting the Humpty-Dumpty its previous owners had reduced the place to back together again (with the help of a few fine contractors, plumbers, electricians, etc., of course).

Not long after we moved in, in keeping with a promise the wife and I made our two kids, we bought a family dog.   Our first family dog.  His name is Bruno, and he was just a twelve-week-old boxer-slash-fill-in-the-blank (Mastiff?  Pit bull?) puppy when we first got him — but look at him now:

As the dog owners among you well know, owning a dog is a lot of work, and much of that work involves walking.  Lots and lots of walking.  I personally take Bruno out walking at least two times a day.  As Glassell Park is almost all hills, depending on the distance I choose to cover, these walks can be a real workout.  But I love them.  One, because I need the exercise, and two, because telling an author to go out walking his dog is essentially giving him a license to plot.  I solve more writing problems in Bruno’s company than I do sitting at my computer desk.

But there’s one other reason I enjoy walking the dog: Discovering my new neighborhood.  Exploring all its twists and turns, the “not-a-through-streets” and “no-outlets.”  Seeing and meeting the community’s diverse mix of people and marveling at its wild array of architectural styles.  In doing all this exploring two, sometimes three times a day, a curious thought has occurred to me: A house is a lot like a writing career.

Every author starts out here: On a vacant plot of land, peering into a future that seems vast and full of endless possibilities.

You sell a book, maybe two.  A foundation is built.  From that foundation, some authors — good, lucky, or a combination of the two — will go on to construct a veritable mansion . . .

 

. . . while others will build the foundation of a career and nothing more.

Some writing careers grow slow and steady, one floor at a time . . .

. . . and some either come to a screeching halt somewhere in the construction process, or simply peter out, like an old alarm clock winding gradually, inexorably down.

All too often, when a writing career falters before it can be made whole, it fades away to nothing, leaving little in the way of a mark behind to indicate it ever existed at all.

And then there are writing careers that wane but refuse to die.  Work picks up again, the once-dormant build site starts to hum with new life . . .

 

. . . and another mansion — or comfy cottage — eventually rises toward the heavens.

 

Or a new plot of ground is staked out upon which to start the construction process all over again.

Funny, the things a writer thinks about while walking his dog, isn’t it?

6 thoughts on “CAREER BUILDING(S)

  1. Reine

    Gar, I love what you did with the pictures and your post about writing. And I adore the pic of you and your dog. What a champ! So glad you have a family dog, now.

    Reine & Kendall U..U

  2. David Corbett

    Good dog, happy man. — Bill Frissell.

    I'm getting back into the dog-walking routine when Mette moves in with Hamley next month. He's no Bruno, more of a gallumphing goof than a lovable brute, but he'll get me out there regardless. (The neighbors have been campaigning for a dog. They never see me anymore.)

    There is something very essential to walking. Its pace is the pace of thought.

  3. Gar Anthony Haywood

    Reine:

    Thank you. Wishing you and Kendall nothing but the best (with a prayer thrown in here and there, as well).

    David:

    It's for sure Bruno thinks walking is the pace of thought. He walks as if his feet are full of lead. Boy has a mind of his own.

  4. PD Martin

    Cute pic (of you and the dog, that is!). And what a great metaphor for writing.

    Maybe all the Murderati authors should self-assess which house we are! Or rather what stage we're in.

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