So this is irritating me enough that I decided to make a post about it.
Writers are people who write. Full stop. That’s it. There’s no other magical, romantic attachment that you MUST have to be a writer.
Some writers are sensitive, shy, anti-social people who while they might like the children next door enough to bake them ginger bread and lower it down in a basket for them to enjoy, probably won’t ever speak to them.
Some writers like boxing, speedy cars, big game hunting, bull fights and being a jackass to all the women they married.
Some writers don’t want to go out on Saturday night. Some of them throw lesbian
orgiesparties (Okay, I can’t confirm the orgy part, but you know you wish it was true) out of their Paris salons. (My kingdom for a time machine)
Some writers experiment with mind altering drugs. Some of them won’t touch it with a ten foot pole.
Some writers suffer from mental illness, but what’s funny is that so do a lot of business professionals, Starbucks employees, teachers, postal workers, UPS delivery drivers and politicians. (Bonus points! You can be both of those things at the same time!).
Some writers have gone to war. Some of them haven’t.
Some writers have traveled all across the globe. Some of them barely made it out of their state and quite frankly they didn’t like it and went straight home.
Some writers had childhoods so horrible you wonder how they made it out. Some writers had childhoods so lovely you are convinced they’re making it up.
But you know what all of those people have in common that made them writers? They wrote. That’s it. Not having or having any of those things didn’t make them better writers. I imagine writing made them all better writers. I would agree that your experiences color what you write about, but at the end of the day not everyone who goes through horrible things becomes a writer (Some of them become content computer programers or lawyers.)
Why does everyone try to tell me this stuff about writers? I never hear it about circus clowns. No one ever tried to tell me that the best circus clowns suffer from depression or the best violinist were the victims of horrible tragedy. Could it be that maybe those people are good at what they do because they did it a lot?
I’m just throwing that out there.
getting emotional over fictional couples was not how i envisioned my adult life