It seems nowadays that one is endlessly being asked that dreaded and depressing question ‘what do you do?’ If one responds with ‘I am a writer’ the second question, almost as predictable as the first, will be ‘what do you write about?’
I imagine many feel called to write, feel compelled to get down in words something wonderful and significant. Perhaps they even know their message, have a statement they want to put out into the world with eloquence and conviction. But that one question stops them before they have even started: what will I write about?
Hemmingway would have us believe that to have something to write about one must go to Spain and fight a bull, fight a man or a woman, even fight a war, and then you will have something to write about. While there may be truth in the idea that adventure brings with it new stories, the fact is that all that traveling and the resulting fighting can be rather tiring and time consuming, and for those of us hoping to be both writers and not tragically killed overseas, it seems like an unnecessarily dangerous approach.