The wealthy, influencial author and director C.D. McGuigan once said "good god, writers are such a bastardly lot. Such awful jack-asses! unapologetic, dastardly, such poor, poor examples of humanity! Such jack-asses, writers! I know as few of them as I possibly can!" and he was right. They are sorely lacking in niceties, dress codes, and perhaps worst of all, proper, quotidian, platitudinal vocabularies, the simple, idealic kind in which no one gets misunderstood, confused, or hurt. But, alas, the world we live in is far from perfect in many different ways, and it has fallen to the writers' lot to describe it all. Poor, poor jack-asses.
However, thats not to say there isn't money in it, thank goodness. Some authors have achieved household recognition, made livable wages, won awards and so on. And so, since its possible to get rich from it, we must give it it's due credit. The history of writing is a checkered one, but there is always that small chance of it redeeming its curmeogeonly character, its slinky, murky, tawdry nature sometimes betrays itself to truth, beauty and life. This is what we all hope for.
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