Have you ever thought about what it must be like to live with a writer? I mean, it can’t be easy, can it?
- Writer’s for the most part, tend to be very solitary people. A little on the reclusive side. Obviously not always, but as a general rule. We’d rather talk to our characters, than those around us.
- And about those characters, nobody understands the agonizing decisions we have to make for them. It can stress us out. To a normal, non-writer, this looks like we’re going crazy.
- Your house probably borders on chaos a lot of the time. Probably not immediately ready for guests at any given point. Dishes pile up in the sink, dust bunnies hide under the couch, piles of items need to be put away.
- And what do they think of us when we are sitting at our computer or laptop, furiously pounding away at the keys, or scribbling in a notebook? Arguing with the screen, talking about plot holes and bunnies, crying when your favorite character does something you didn’t see coming. I’m sure the men in white coats are on speed dial.
- The editing, oh the editing. The editing that goes on in my head as I listen to someone elses conversation, or when I hear them say something like “all intensive purposes” or about laundry and “warshing” their clothing. I cringe, do you cringe? Friends tell me they are afraid to send me typos. I get so many emails from people saying, “don’t mind the spelling, I’m not a writer like you.” They think I’m constantly editing them. They must think that’s all I do. Except it is.
- And dinner around our house, scarce on nights when I’m in a writing mode. Kids have to fend for themselves, my son is brewing coffee for me at all times of day, as I score a hot cup of my liquid sustenance to keep me going just a few more hours.
- Oh, and about that coffee, we can’t keep it stocked in the house. And for writers who drink tea or soda, the cost is ridiculous because we can’t get enough. It helps, doesn’t it? I mean, without it, I might not get much done. At least that’s what I tell myself.
- Imagine the rude awakening those that live with writer’s must have, when in the middle of the night, the light turns on and they roll over to find their spouse writing furiously in a notebook at 3 o’clock in the morning, because we just had an amazing dream that would totally work for our current book.
- When a female writer asks her husband to hold her purse, he must cringe. It usually weighs twice as much as normal peoples do, especially if we have it full of notebooks and pens. And don’t even mention the netbook I purchased just so I could carry a laptop with me everywhere that fits in my purse.