Those that can’t… write tutorials about how to do it.
Speaking of photography, I finally went out last night with my new Pentax K-3. It was dark before Wendy and I left the house so using a new camera with only the light of street lights was fun but I was happy with the results… you know the results that I could see.
I flew to Winnipeg on WestJet Encore yesterday. It was the first time I had ever flown on the Bombardier Q400 NextGen airplane before. Basically it is an improved Bombardier Dash-8. The main difference that I noticed was that I didn’t think the plane was about to shake apart when we took off and at no time during the flight did I think it was going to fall from the air. A friend told me once while flying on one that he noticed fluids that looked like oil coming from the engine. When he pointed it out to the stewardess, she said, “It does that once in a while”. My favourite Dash 8 story was while flying on Air Canada after 9/11 and reading about how the doors on all planes were now fortified, the shaking from the Dash 8 was so intense that the cabin door and several overhead bins popped open.
In my defence I was flying out at 6:00 a.m. so at 4:30ish when I was checking in, I looked at my seat and never registered that it was right beside the engine. Despite that it wasn’t that noisy and the flight is less than 90 minutes. If I remember correctly, the Q400 series is quite a bit faster than the older Dash-8s. It was noticeable. Of course the flight was packed. Good for WestJet, not so good for me.
When I woke up at 3:45a, my Yahoo! Weather app was showing temperatures in Fahrenheit and not Celsius. It also showed it snowing in Winnipeg. I thought the entire app was working oddly. I was wrong. It was snowing in Winnipeg. Not some light fluffy snow like the movies. Bitter arctic snow that is designed to freeze Anaheim Ducks and take away their will to win a hockey game (it almost worked).
After spending some quality time in Winnipeg, it was time to fly home. I had some time to kill in the airport and it was recommended that I try Gondola Pizza. I did and it was so good that it is worth the flight to Winnipeg just to try.
I wasn’t the only one that thought so. As I was waiting to depart, Calm Air’s flight was leaving for Thompson and it kept paging this customer over and over and over again. Finally he sauntered up to the exasperated flight attendant and says, “I had to wait till they finished my pizza”. Yes, a guy made his plane wait for about 10 minutes while he waited for his Gondola Pizza and he admitted to it. Don’t get me wrong, it was incredible pizza but I don’t think I would risk my flight for anything, even a really good pizza.
The flight home was packed as well but it was only 90 minutes and again, I had an engine seat. The Bose headphones drowned out most of the noise and it was a fairly relaxing flight home. Now if only someone would open a Gondola Pizzahere in Saskatoon.
When author Richard Flanagan finished his latest novel, relative poverty forced him to contemplate getting a job in the mines in northern Australia. His Booker Prize win has spared him a life underground for the time being, but he did not waste the opportunity to acknowledge in his speech that â€œwriting is a hard life for so many writers.â€
And itâ€™s only getting worse, as Elizabeth Renzetti wrote wrote recently in these pages. Twelve thousand dollars â€“ thatâ€™s the figure the Writersâ€™ Union of Canada estimates as the average annual income writers make from their writing in this country. I remember what itâ€™s like to live on $12,000. You live in a shabby apartment furnished with hand-me-downs from your parents and garbage-picked gems, you allot $25 a week for food and you wear a borrowed dress when youâ€™re invited to a gala fundraising dinner for writers at a fancy hotel. You take the subway there. If you are in your late 20s, as I was then, itâ€™s fine, you make do because you are doing what you love and most people donâ€™t have that extraordinary privilege. You donâ€™t squander that privilege. You work your ass off. And hopefully youâ€™re rewarded for that effort. It worked for me, as it did for many writers of my generation, perhaps the last for whom it was possible to live off their writing. In Britain, writersâ€™ incomes have fallen by 30 per cent in the past eight years, collapsing to what one Guardian headline called â€œabjectâ€ levels.
So many writers I know are looking back at this point in mid-life and saying, â€œI had a good run.â€ A good run saw us earn increasingly bigger if still modest advances. (Yes, $75,000 sounds like a lot, but when it takes five years to complete a book and your agent is taking a cut of 15 per cent, youâ€™re still below the poverty line if this is your sole source of income.) Publishers were once able to invest in a career, with income from bestsellers offsetting the less sensational works in a catalogue. Now, every book has to be a winner. If you fail to earn out your advance through sales, your next advance will be lower, or perhaps, as has become increasingly the case among my mid-career contemporaries, you will lose your publishing home.
Writing seems to have become one of the few careers where the more experienced and proficient you become over the years, the less you are compensated. And the humiliations of this are great. It does become difficult to uphold belief in the worth of your work. And since this is work intrinsically tied to oneâ€™s sense of self, it becomes difficult to uphold a sense of self-worth. It takes ego and adrenalin to work in solitude, through years of confusion and uncertainty, in the writing of a book. If you donâ€™t believe in it, no one else will. Of course, there is reward in art for artâ€™s sake, but few can sustain morale, motivation or mortgage on an income of private aesthetic fulfilment.
Despite an improved job market, employee morale is on the decline, new research shows.
A study by Salary.com revealed an increased number of U.S. employees are lacking fulfillment, pride and commitment when it comes to how they view their work. Specifically, just 38.5% of workers are personally fulfilled by the work they do, down from 59% a year ago.
Additionally, just over half of employees are committed to their work and career, compared with more than 70% who felt the same last year.
Abby Euler, general manager at Salary.com, said that with the economy slowly improving employees may be taking a harder, more critical look at their lives, their work and personal situation.
“They’re evaluating their careers by measuring overall fulfillment and asking, ‘What does my career add to my life? Am I where I want to be in life?'” Euler said. “The psychological toll of the great recession may have caused people to feel ‘burnt out'; where in a down economy employees tended to put their head down, accept lower pay with more responsibility, and were often underemployed or even unemployed.”
The study shows that today’s workers aren’t as willing to do extra work and are more concerned with just collecting a paycheck each month. Less than 20% of those surveyed are willing to put in extra hours simply because they enjoy their work, down from 48.5% in 2012. At the same time, more than 70% are primarily working for their paycheck, up from 55% last year.