I think I want to own a bar. That’s the twisted affect of shows like Bar Rescue that offer a hint of reality caked in a stage mess of glitz and drama. It isn’t the drama I want. I think I’m at a place right now where I appreciate the simplicity of seeing the immediate result of my hard work. I’d love to know that customer X walked into my joint and left later on a happy and satisfied customer. You don’t get that sort of quick jazz with writing.
This is not a tacit admission that I’m losing my patience with writing. In fact, I’m looking to move my writing in new and exciting directions. However, quick satisfaction feels good sometimes. I don’t get much of that because all that I do is either the long game or fairly thankless work. The real satisfaction of that work comes from knowing I did my best. It is a flavor of satisfaction that is richer and more enduring than the quick jazz of seeing someone momentarily happy.
Still, that quick jazz does have appeal.