I can remember the moment when I decided that I wanted to be a writer. I was sixteen and I was walking the dogs, it was dark and up to that point my future career options had been ‘Store Manager’ ‘RAF Pilot’ ‘Solicitor’. I was going to be a writer. I didn’t really know what I wanted to write, in fact, I didn’t really read much at the time, so it felt like a romantic notion more than a dedicated career choice. The image of me, cigarette in mouth, slaving over a typewriter in the dead of night.
Upon reflection, career options in state schools in the late 90’s were pretty crappy. We did a test that gave us some options and most of us got ‘funeral director’ as one of them. I had said to my Career Advisor that I was musical and liked composing music, but this had been discouraged by various parental forces in my life. So writing was the next best thing I could come up with.
The problem here was that I was drawn to writing because I had a lot to say, not from a conveyance of love for language necessarily.
In the end, I decided to be a librarian – I attended library school – got a job and then wrestled with my calling for years until I started a food blog with a friend. This was very successful and still goes to this day nine years later! I have a career as a writer of sorts, but the world has changed immeasurably since I decided ‘I want to be a writer’ back in the 90’s. As automation and AI feed into the veins of modern life, humanity has to quickly create new jobs for people and, along with these new jobs come terms like ‘content’ and ‘on-brand’.
Content is an interesting one. It has multiple definitions, and as ever-changing as the English Language is, it now has a new definition that you hear bouncing around the interwebs. I am, technically, a ‘content creator’. A creator of content. I am content with content. I have contentment at the content that I contentedly contentify…
No idea really.