I'm sorry Neil, although I love your writing and agree with your opinions on most subjects I have to disagree with you on the writers' strike. No-one should have a more privileged life as a result of being clever and creative. I worked from the age of 15 to the age of 65 in low-paid jobs, taking 1 year off to go to drama school and 3 years off to get a fine art degree. I worked in terrible but necessary jobs, labouring, stacking boxes, unloading trucks, running errands, filing, going to work on a bicycle at all hours of the day and night on shift work in all kinds of weather. Even when I was a student I was still working in part-time cleani8ng jobs and even during periods of unemployment I worked in volunteer jobs for charities and social services.
According to Mensa I have an IQ of 160 and according to Plymouth University I have a BA hons in Fine Art but I cannot accept the idea that writers and other creative people should avoid normal jobs like driving an "Uber" or working in an office/shop/factory/construction site. To accept that idea would be to create a new aristocratic class when we should abolishing the old princes and aristocrats.
What we need, I feel sure, is a redistribution of labour so that everybody who can do so would spend some time each year in blue collar work and everybody who can would get higher education and a chance to make art of one sort or another.
The idea of doing other jobs to supplement writing or drawing shouldn't be seen as a terrible thing, a punishment or a suffering. Sharing the jobs around should be seen as normal.
I mean, I've done my half century of sweat labour and it didn't hurt me too much. I'm retired now and still making art of various kinds and I've never asked anyone to pay me for any art piece I've made. making art, writing, drawing etc. is the fun stuff which we get to do in exchange for the blue collar stuff which puts food on the table.
The worst pop song ever written was Sting/Dire Straits song "Money for Nothing" which ridicules the working class from a position of educational privilege.
So what's my question? My question is: What's wrong with a writer doing other jobs to make ends meet? Sounds perfectly fine to me.
Nothing’s wrong with a writer doing other jobs to make ends meet. Writers and artists have been doing that since the dawn of time. Actors too.
But by the same token, there’s nothing right about assuming that writing isn’t a blue-collar job, or that writers and other people who make art can only make it for love and that thus they need other jobs to subsidise their craft.
I like living in a world in which the people who make the things that make the world worth living in get paid for their work. For me, that includes the people who make films and TV, books, art and music and comics.
Having spent a lot of time on film and TV sets, it’s a blue-collar world on set, and everyone is working long and hard to make the shows you love. I’m never going to suggest that the riggers or the gaffers or the make-up team or the focus-pullers should drive ubers in order to have the privilege of being on the set and working there.
Or to put it another way, from the most blue-collar writer I ever knew…
The issue about the strike isn’t about having a more privileged life than blue-collar people. It’s about having sort of, please gods, as privileged a life as blue-collar people… while doing both that work (to support ourselves)and another kind of work from which those who do it never get a day off, from the moment we start it until the day we die.
Not one.
Because Story will wake you up for attention on your days off, on your weekends, on your holidays (as if 95% of writers ever have any!). And as for the waking hours, they’re already toast. Story will interrupt you over your coffee while you’re hardly even conscious, in the middle of your normal day’s paperwork, at lunch (if you can afford or are allowed time for any), in the throes of orgasm with your spouse. It will haunt you while you’re changing out people’s catheter bags, and come up to surprise you in the middle of an average workday (per a discussion about the Battle of Salamis that I had with a specialist while resecting someone’s colon). It will leave you in tears, once again, while wrapping yet another patient’s dead body.
Plainly the side of the arts in which you’ve been working isn’t Story. Otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
If you haven’t been paying attention to the increasing levels of crap that US-based writers (and, also, others elsewhere) have been dealing with… you need to seek out some education at best speed.
Most of us are lower-paid and (to judge by our income) lower- or middle-class. For the last half-century or so, thousands of writers whose labors you’ve enjoyed have worked in a storytelling ecology that’s supported the vast majority of independent/freelance screen storytellers in making a modest or supplemental living. (For example: my only Star Trek: The Next Generation script earned me about $14,000 [my split of $28K with my co-writer]. After that, low-and-dwindling yearly residuals in the low 4 figures continued for some years after. That’s long done, now… but it bought a lot of groceries and cat food while it lasted, while I was also working other jobs.)
That ecology, though, has steadily had the blood sucked out of it with the shift to streaming—when the streamers told us, at the last Guild negotiations, “Nobody knows if this’ll work. We’ll make it up to you later if it does…!”).
…Guess what? It worked. And now they don’t want to make it up to us. (And somehow it’s hard to be surprised.)
The old writer-payment ecology, as a result, is gone. It’s not as if our stories are worth less than they were. (Indeed, evidence suggests far otherwise.) It’s not as if the Earth’s orbit’s changed, or something’s occurred that’s had nothing to do with human actions. It’s because rich people at the top of rich studios and streaming companies have decided they’ve got better use for the companies’ billions of [insert favorite currency, it doesn’t matter which one] than fairly paying their writers.
Some of us actually remember how things were before a workable system was broken, and can compare them to how they are now… bearing in mind what we were promised. As a result, better-known storytellers like Neil (and others: it’s too late in the evening for me to do your homework for you…) are on strike now to assist those of us who’re not so well known. People like me, for whom $14,000, spread over a whole year (or two, or three, or five…) made a big difference in our lives… not like the few hundred dollars now being offered to writers who’ve done a whole lot more work over a far shorter term.
In the larger sense: it’d be just lovely if the world were so arranged that all of us who prefer to mostly do creative work—because it’s what we know best, and do best—were easily able to share (perceived) middle-class labor time around with those who don’t do it (like something out of Le Guin’s The Dispossessed). …Though most of us have also been doing second or third jobs as well. I don’t know any writer who’s grudged that if it meant also being able to do the work we love best.
It’d also be lovely if those whose privilege (as per your description) allows them access to higher education could understand the challenges of those whose situation didn’t allow them anything of the kind. For example: I was lucky enough to pull down a Science and Nursing scholarship at the end of high school… otherwise my lower-middle-class family’s finances couldn’t have afforded me any other higher education at all. I happily worked to support myself all during my nursing training, and special-duty nursing kept me alive until my first few novels sold and made enough to kept me afloat.
That was just fine…for me. But I don’t see why writers more talented than I (and who can tell who they are?), who’ve got more than I have to give to the world, should have to work two or three jobs to support their writing.
And I don’t see why, having lived through the multiple-job bullshit, your vision should supersede other, less onerous ones. I mean, I’m sorry for the stuff you went through… but don’t see any reason why others should need to go through the same. (“I suffered for my art. Now it’s your turn…” is so 1970s.)
Anyway. For the time being, everyday working writers are fighting that corner right now, the only way we can: by withdrawing our middle-class [by definition of middle-or-low-five-figure-USD$] labor from the people making themselves rich off it. And isn’t it funny that the people from whom we’ve withdrawn it are so desperately trying—via AI, etc.—to find a way to do without our labor entirely? (As if what would pass for daily donut money for most series is somehow too expensive…?) It kinda indicates that (color-of-collar) class isn’t at all the issue here.
Understandable, then, that you might be glad you’re retired… and not down in the trenches with the rest of us. Those of us still working hard to survive (including me, still writing at 71 despite theoretical “retirement ages"—impossible for us to consider in this "new world” economy…) hope to survive long enough, if we’re as lucky as you, to eventually, have something similar.
Meanwhile, those of us who weave stories for the entertainment of those around us would just like to make enough from this work to buy groceries and pay our electric bills and feed our spouses (for those of us who have spouses), or kids (those of us who have kids). …Or cats. (etc) You know: the kind of things that ordinary blue-collar people have.
And for their sake: just as the writers before us (in the 1960s) fought for the right to the then-revolutionary concept of residuals, we fight.Not just for ourselves, but for the writers to come after us, who also have spouses and kids*… and tales worth telling.
*And cats.
what an insanely self-centered, mean-spirited, ignorant take that asker has. i’m also an artist and a writer and i work a blue-collar job to make ends meet. and the thing is that i have a five year gap in my creative output because A FULL TIME JOB IS A FULL TIME JOB. i was working 50-60 hour workweeks and taking 2-4 aspirin a day and regularly blowing up at my friends and partner from the sheer stress of always always always being exhausted and hurting. i wasn’t writing. i wasn’t drawing. i wasn’t sewing, or sculpting. after awhile i wasn’t even reading.
that changed when i got a job that was strictly 8 hours a day, not 10, not 12, and with enough time here and there to type on my phone. i’ve since written a 100k novel in about a year.
so: creative work is work. physical labor is work. BOTH OF THEM ARE WORK. the 40 hour work-week is already too long to be physically, mentally, and emotionally healthy, even though some of us are lucky enough to be able to withstand these harsh working conditions for years and even scrape up a little spare time for extra work on top of that.
but you go and expect creative folk to write, draw, dance, act, sing, film, edit, at 60 hours a week, 80, 90? unpaid? for the love of it? it’s work. you want their work for free because you don’t want to pay them? because when you do it voluntarily on your own, you don’t ask for money?
because you want to read a book and know that somewhere on the other side, a stranger wrote it just for you as a beautiful sacrificial gift of creative love, and not that they actually won themselves financial comfort and security with their labor and skill? fuck off.
im blisteringly angry about this. writing should pay a living wage. drawing should pay a living wage. editing, sculpting, propmaking, sound mixing, songwriting, all of these. they’re work. they’re jobs. and jobs should pay.
Also, IQ testing is both deeply flawed and based in eugenics and you should probably disregard people who try to cite their IQ as any serious indicator of anything beyond being good at taking IQ tests - and I say this as somebody who tests higher than the person sending that ask does.
Absolutely baffled by the take that because you suffered others should also suffer.
Like what is the point of being on this rock hurtling through space if not to leave behind a better world than the one you has to endure?
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
the infantilization of color and decoration in the home is so bizarre to me- and such a new phenomenon
the world over, our ancestors painted their homes bright or deep or rich colors for centuries. they brought beautiful textiles into their living spaces, and made their utilitarian objects ornamented, or colorful, or shaped like whimsical things. in all cultures, at all class levels and ages, to the best of their ability. and we’re just supposed to throw away centuries of the basic human desire for beauty and visual interest because some asshole decided like 40 years ago that anything beyond a Pop of Color and an IKEA fake plant was “childish?”
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I think most importantly, it would give us the leverage to say “no”. To walk away from bad jobs and abusive managers. To refuse to work in unsafe environments. To demand better pay.
To demand better, because the options are no longer “suck it up” or “die”.
and that’s why there’s so much resistance to implementing it - capitalism wants workers who don’t have a choice
[ID: A tweet by _aceinthehole that reads: “yes universal basic income would allow us to survive between jobs but it would also allow us to grieve, after loss, to move, to care for others, to have children, to create art, to start new businesses, to be ill, to be disabled, to rest, to rest, to rest”]
Freedom to get the fuck out of abusive situations, god DAMMIT. So many people are trapped.
does anyone know if i can like block sites from appearing in my google images searches??? i keep getting those awful ai generated things with a hand coming out of a man’s neck and just straight up not what i was looking for, because this was in a search for “curly hair in medieval paintings”. it happens every time i search for anything vaguely art-reference-like and it’s so fucking annoying and it clutters my search results so much. i don’t wanna add specific commands to the query every time too, what i need is like a browser extension or something
