Apart from a brief student stint as truck driver and waiter before I graduated from university, I have made my living entirely by writing and photography. I had a rather brilliant teacher who was also my boss. He told me that there were no dull people, only dull writers.
That idea landed on me like a clattering epiphany. I was already an existentialist of sorts (you are what you do.) It was down to me to find the meaning of things.
When I returned from Europe earlier this month, I was complaining about dull subjects when I remembered: There are no dull subjects, only dull photographers.