Dear Writer Friends,
Have you talked about your writing--maybe just a little--with someone who doesn't write?
It's a bizarre, disconnected experience sometimes, isn't it?
There are the people who demand to know what you're writing about. Like, why? Just nod and wish me luck. Don't demand the story out of me. I don't demand the details of your inner thoughts, do I?
Or the ones who recount a story or an anecdote and then go, "Oh, you should write that!" Um, no.
Or the people who have a story idea--a pretty good one--and you tell them you look forward to reading it when they're done. And then they never write it.
Or the ones who think that you're really procrastinating by claiming to revise. No, actually, I really am revising because it's not ready. I'm not on deadline, so I can take as long as I freaking want to.
No, really, I did have to research that. Why? What do you mean why? Because I've never switched bodies with someone else/lived in a Tudor-era monastery/been a single mother/lived in the year 1800, maybe?
Or the people who think that writing fiction is something one does as a kid and that you should grow out of. I feel like I should get to pity those people; they clearly have no imagination left.
Or people who don't understand why anyone would want to write anything. Usually goes along with people who don't understand why people like to read outside of school.
Or people who used to write and tell you every five seconds that they "used to write." Used to is past tense, bud.
Or people who ask often if the piece you're working is "done yet." It'll be done when I say it's done, okay?
No, I haven't watched random TV show/movie/whatever. I have enough fictional characters floating around in my mind. I don't want to fill it up with other peoples' characters.
And in case you can't tell, I am in full-blown PMS mode, which has me simultaneously thinking that the writing I've done in the new draft is a) probably the best I've done for this particular story and b) simply awful. As F. Scott Fitzgerald said:
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
Clearly he was just talking about women everywhere. About to take my warped moody mind further into Mansfield Park,
Anything to add, writer friends?