Hear me out.
So, the other day I appeared on a podcast with Robert Chazz Chute (I’ll post the link in a couple of weeks, when it’s ready). Before the discussion began, Chazz asked me a sort of test question: Name three of your favorite things. My reply? Sports, Reading, Chocolate (and I added that alcohol would be a fourth if the list were to be expanded, teehee). He immediately told me that “Sports” was the wrong answer. At first I thought maybe Chazz wasn’t that in to sports. But then I realized my gaffe: I hadn’t mentioned “Writing” as one of my three favorite things. D’oh!
What kind of writer doesn’t love writing?
I’ve been thinking about that question quite a bit since then and here’s what I came up with:
- Writing is hard. It takes a lot of effort to effectively transform a non-tangible concept into a readable, engaging transcript.
- Writing is tedious. There are so many rules. What to do. What not to do. When to not do what you’re supposed to do. When to do what you’re not supposed to. Still with me? I know, right?
- Writing makes me happy, but it also makes me incredibly sad. We all have those moments of self-doubt about our writing. I don’t know anyone else, but mine are more along the lines of self-loathing at times.
- My writing hasn’t been proven (yet). Nothing is published (yet). I don’t have the validation of 5* reviews and people clamoring for the sequels (yet).
- Writing is a gamble. I’m optimistic that it could turn into a viable career. But I’m also realistic: it may not. And I’m the kind of person that hates not knowing what the future holds.
So I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love the act of writing.
I love the thought of being a writer.
And as Dorothy Parker once said, “I hate writing, I love having written.”