Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Crazy Writers

Yeah, we're crazy.

  • Who else would humbly lap up critical remarks about our works-in-progress and beg for more?
  • Who else would work for hours, days, months, years . . . for mere pittance, at times?
  • Who else would spend literally hours researching to get it right?

  • Who else would research the craziest things, ignoring the strange looks from librarians and knowledgeable people we've begged information from?
  • Who else would spend their last dime to get to a conference?
  • Who else would go crazy over a dying computer?

  • Who else would have lofty feelings of superiority that "those others" aren't a writer?
  • Who else would jealously guard your backed-up, saved manuscripts above anything else. Steal everything else, lose everything else, forget about insurance for everything else, but our writing? We're talking valuable stuff here.
  • Who else would ignore the continual questions about when you're going to "get" published? After all, un-normal (uh, those who don't write. Smile) people have no idea how hard it is.

  • Who else considers all this normalness?
  • Who else waits forever to get published?
  • Who else endures rejections, critiques, failures, mind blocks, hand cramps, headaches (from concentration and eyestrain), and work, work, work?

Why, crazy writers, of course.

Me.


Quote:
Persevere. Even the snail made it to the ark.


Blessings

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