Posted by Caleb A. Mertz
Who is your muse? Your mentor, confidant, teacher? Who do you look up to?
All questions we’ve been asked many times. Usually there is a simple answer like a celebrity or musician. I’ve had trouble identifying mine; but I’ve always been looking to the wrong stars. I see people go head over heels for their favorite singer or artist while I sit and wonder who mine is. I have always enjoyed Rihanna, but not all of her work. The same goes for Pink, Beyonce, MGMT, Foster the People, so on and so forth. Maybe I don’t have a favorite celebrity or artist. Could that be possible? Living in this world saturated with Entertainment news and socialites taking up the screens and leading the packs. It had never been a bummer to me, but the answer came while standing in the check-out aisle at Sprouts.
I solely walked into the store for three vegetables. After quickly gathering them I made my way to the front. Originally I began inspecting the organic chap-sticks and candies, but then my eyes fell on a black and white photo of Albert Einstein. His face intelligently looking at me with the background fading off into a deep black. There is always something mysterious about this man in every one of his pictures; seeing the TIME magazine stamp over the top set my hands in an inevitable motion for grabbing what I wanted. Though I only intended to purchase a cluster of garlic, a roma tomato, and small amount of basil; I instead bought the answer I couldn’t come up with when questioned. My muse, or favorite person, was far from mainstream media. They, as I quickly realized, are dead men.
Inspired by the stories they told the world, their legacies, and remaining alive to this day though inevitably buried six feet under. These men went about their business proving to themselves who they were, and in such, defining the impression they would make on the world.
Social media, let alone mainstream, focus on celebrities as gods. Everything about them is newsworthy. It’s no wonder people cling to these stories for inspiration, or simply something to talk about. Considering drama drives much of today’s social circles it isn’t such a crazy idea. However, there is something to be said about the men I admire. Their findings, work, and lives continue to have a direct effect on all those living today. I guess you could say my celebrities have drama of their own, like Steven Hawkings expanding on Einsteins findings, or Fitzgerald getting a remake of the Great Gatsby rather than a redo of Hemingway’s A Moveable feast. Tesla, I’m sure, is turning in his grave with all this “news” of electric cars being the future!
So my guys have their drama too. However it’s “nerdy” and requires more thought than speculating a dress on the red carpet. It might take watching Interstellar about twenty times before finally understanding the space-time continuum, and thus the great debate on what makes up our universe and the many theories trying to explain which has yet to be explained. As many continue to grovel at the feat of those celebrities who just so happen to be doing their job, at times, I will happily stand by the boys who have given me hope and inspiration through everything. Even when the hardest of problems were before me, I knew there was a way through it. Whether it be one true sentence, or one “simple” equation that would finally come after years of brooding over the obstacle. It is in this realization which sparked a fuse within me, encouraging my path forward. They are, after all, just a few of the people I look up to and respect. Thank you Gentlemen for being my muses.
And thank you for reading just another one of my rants!
Caleb A. Mertz
Posted by Caleb A. Mertz
Time is everything. Time is money. Time is something that you can never get back. These are things that I realize on a daily basis. Having just been assigned some additional duties (which take up an additional 11 hours a week!) there is little time for me to go to the gym let alone write. With the third novel being the biggest production of them all; including an agent, a big time publisher and a project manager position, I can’t seem to find time to write.
One of my recent entries regarding insomnia truly hasn’t stopped. I still stay up late (check out the time of this blog) and I still have to get up early so I can be to work at a respectable time. Factor in a relationship, one that I would quit everything for, and you have yourself some very time consuming days. I had been joking around with some people that inquire into my life that my two days off I’m working, now this joke has not been such a laughing matter. I feel like it has begun to drive me insane yet I continue to pursue further opportunities to improve my grammar and story writing skills.
Just yesterday I inquired to two writing gigs for magazines. I hope that this will widen my scope and or credibility when trying to get an agent or write for other agencies. Then I wonder if I were to quit my job tomorrow if I would be able to support myself through writing. According to Allena Tapia from About.com she makes about 40k a year. I guess if I were that developed I might not be so bad off.
The past three novels that I have written I have found that while I am writing my social life takes a plummet. Only the three of my closes friends are really still there for me when I come out of the wilderness back to society. Here is the official catch. I am trying to make as much money as I can so that I can finally open up the restaurants that I have been dreaming of for years (who doesn’t have a goal similar to this?). The good thing about writing a novel is that you can see an end in sight. You know that there is going to be a lull in time where the publishing is at a slow pace while the publisher reads over the work, or the editing is taking place, the target market is reading the book and providing feedback. This is the time that you cash in on. You see all of your friends and you see the love of your life, your mom, your dog, your favorite cat, maybe you get to that leaky faucet that has been driving you crazy. I then have to pose the question, When is there an end in sight when you are writing as a living? What if you’re writing for that extra income?
Ultimately there is too much to get into here and I won’t. Allena Tapiafrom About.com has some great advice about juggling writing gigs and formal work so I do recommend that you visit her site, but at the same time.
Is there anyone else that feels similar to how I feel right now? If so, PLEASE fill me in on some of your coping techniques because I want to get so much better at all of this.
Caleb A. Mertz