I’m about to do a bad thing. I’m going to break a promise. (It is not wise to make promises, I’ve heard before).
I’m going to complain.
Grant writing is by far the most frustrating exercise I now have to master–look at that, a sentence that’s too long. It should read shorter:
Grant writing sucks.
It takes up an exorbitant amount of time with no guarantee of reward. It’s like studying for a test in college. Day and night, study, study, study, and you know for a fact that you will have a random grade at the end of the semester.
I love the writing part. I enjoy playing with words. But it’s worse than blogging a post. There’s a judgement at the end.
People hate writing, generally, because there’s that sense of judgement. The style, the words, the ideas, they are all judged in your mind, and those of your readers.
It’s much worse when the writing is a grant where you’re asking for money (i.e., funding) because the judgement is a tangible thing. It is a piece of writing that is judged not only on the writing aspect, but the ideas held within. The ideas must be clear and good.
And so, while you write a grant you are judging yourself.
The problem is there. How is there freedom in writing something when it is under constant judgement?
I don’t feel any freedom when I write a grant. It’s a weight bearing exercise, the burdensome knowledge that I will be judged. I hate being judged. But, I suppose this is the life we live in, where ideas and thoughts are not entirely free, but all come with a cost eventually.
In my field, ideas are cheap until you get paid for them. Wow, I sound cynical! But really, I’m doing this for another reason so it’s not that bad. I was designed/trained to do this job….at least for now.
Okay, back to grant writing.