Don’t imagine that I lump all writers together as one type. I have met too many to think that way. But I do know there are common traits among us. Most importantly, we have to be crazy to come up with the things we write about.
But you might be a writer if you have more story ideas in your head or even on little bits of sticky paper than you will ever have time to write.
Also if you often sit down and have discussions with your characters, especially ones where you learn new things about your characters. No, really, you don’t know this until your character tells you. They can be tricky.
If you actually call a business and ask odd questions as part of research for your plot; If you read up on illnesses that can cause long term trauma without actually being fatal; If you try to find as many stones to throw at your characters as possible, you know you are a writer.
Can you quote the top ten best sellers on the New York Times’ list? Can you suggest agents who are looking for new talent to represent? Will you send your book out for any contest for which it qualifies? Writer.
You found a photo of a model who looks just like you picture your hero to look, you send it out on Twitter. You discover a castle in Spain that could be the birthplace of your secret princess heroine, so you include it in your newsletter. The bookmarks for the latest book are simply gorgeous, so you post it on Facebook and boost the post. Writer.
Writers are busy blogging about the next book they will put out, and the books being put out by good friends. They are working to make sure the cover reflects the essence of the story, even if the models don’t look exactly like the description of the characters.
Even unpublished writers are working on these aspects, because that’s what it means to be a writer. We attend meetings and conventions and on-line workshops to get better at it all. And we read everything that comes across our e-reader. Because if we can’t be writing, we need to be reading. It’s a law. I think Stephen King passed it in 1980.
The most blessed of writers are those whose family understand the need for hours a day at the computer. Their families read everything published, in case they made it into this book. And their significant other is proud of the hot sex scenes in those books. Because who taught them all about hot sex? (I won’t tell if you don’t. But Creator bless Kathleen Woodiwiss and Rosemary Rogers.)
Thanks for reading. I’ll be back on Thursday.