{"id":282,"date":"2006-11-21T16:52:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-21T16:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/?p=282"},"modified":"2006-11-21T16:52:00","modified_gmt":"2006-11-21T16:52:00","slug":"writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/?p=282","title":{"rendered":"Writing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It used to be (back in highschool) that I was known as a writer. Sometimes I was even known as <i>the<\/i> writer. It was such a part of my identity and I loved it. I loved making up stories, writing them down, shopping them around (to my friends). <\/p>\n<p>And then college came and the production decreased. Also, I wasn&#8217;t around the same people I&#8217;d been around for so long so I lost that public perception of my identity. I probably wasn&#8217;t known for much of anything in college, though I did do the radio show for 4 years, so there was that. And there was writing for that.<\/p>\n<p>And after college, I wrote even less, though I was still creating &#8212; made a couple short movies, did some interactive development and design stuff, wrote copy for things. &#8230; <\/p>\n<p>And now I do some flyer design and web design and other stuff that feels (I think) like it gives me the same pleasure that writing used to.<\/p>\n<p>But here&#8217;s the thing: people (from back then) still ask me, &#8220;Are you still writing?&#8221; And I never know how to answer them. Mostly I&#8217;m inclined to just say &#8220;no&#8221; because I&#8217;d love to avoid the conversation that involves questions like, &#8220;What do you write?&#8221; and &#8220;Have you been published?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In this day and age, what with your computers and your internets, you&#8217;ve got so many different avenues for expression. Over the past several years, I&#8217;ve written more words into blogs and things of that nature (I was blogging before it was called blogging, dammit &#8212; by hand! in a flat HTML file!) but I don&#8217;t really consider it &#8220;writing&#8221; &#8212; it&#8217;s just&#8230; I don&#8217;t know. &#8220;Typing&#8221;? <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve written three or four &#8220;big&#8221; things since college. Three of them were\/are for NaNoWriMo and one of them was a rambling and highly experimental Beckettian blather-fest. But it was kinda cool. <\/p>\n<p>Uh, where was I? Dunno.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;.I&#8217;ll just end with a funny story. A couple months ago, Gregory (my brother) and I were having dinner with several family &#038; friends and someone said something about me being a writer. Some present who didn&#8217;t know me said, &#8220;Oh, you&#8217;re a writer?&#8221; and in order to nip the conversation in the bud, I just said, &#8220;Nope.&#8221; Confusion spread across the table. I realized immediately that I&#8217;d probably just made a faux pas, but I wasn&#8217;t at my conversational best that weekend and I knew it. <br \/>Fast-forward to last week when G and I are at Morseland and Gregory says to someone else almost by way of introduction, &#8220;Adam&#8217;s not a writer.&#8221; And that is why sometimes he can be the funniest dude on Earth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It used to be (back in highschool) that I was known as a writer. Sometimes I was even known as the writer. It was such a part of my identity and I loved it. I loved making up stories, writing them down, shopping them around (to my friends). And then college came and the production [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-282","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=282"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=282"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=282"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=282"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}