When I used to work as a graphic designer, most people outside the industry had a glamorized image of what the job entailed. I find the same thing is true when I tell people I’m a writer. The image doesn’t fit the reality. So what makes a writer a writer? Here’s my take on it.
- You forget that the characters in your book aren’t real.
- You forget that the characters in your head aren’t real.
- You carry on conversations with the characters in your book. Out loud.
- Your neighbors think that you’re weird.
- Every notebook in the house belongs to you, even if you have to steal it out of your grandson’s backpack. (In my defense, I put it back after I tore out the pages I used and he never even noticed it was gone.)
- Your best friend breaks their leg and as they writhe in pain, you take notes because you might need it for your novel. (I didn’t do this, but I’m pretty sure that if the occasion arose, I would.)
- You critique everything you read.
- You critique everything you watch on TV or at the movies.
- You drink tons of coffee. Or alcohol. Or eat lots of chocolate. Or (in my case) gummy worms.
- Your butt is numb.
- You realize you can no longer spell due to years of relying on spellcheck.
- Halfway through your work in progress, you come up with a fantastic idea for a new novel. And you want to start working on it NOW. Instead, you make a few notes and go back to your WIP.
- You decide that flipping burgers or working in a little cubical somewhere would have been a better career choice because you suck as a writer.
- You realize you don’t suck as a writer.
- You don’t give up.
WHAT MAKES YOU A WRITER?