The Life of a Writer

Writing. Writing, writing, writing. It’s what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. I’ve lived and breathed writing ever since I was six years old. All I ever wanted to be was a writer. Throw a bakery and some business-owning dreams in there and you have the person I am now.

Yes. I am a tin. 

However, sometimes it seems like my creativity is deliberately working against me. I bet others have experienced this too – it all comes down to when your inspiration hits.

Now, let’s keep in mind that I think it’s good advice to write at least something everyday. Even if it’s just in a journal. If nothing else, looking back and reading it can remind you what you did on a certain day.

Fascinating.

But, at least in my case, writing everyday doesn’t really cut it. My really, really good writing comes from when I let my mind wander into a story. I’ll become the characters. I’ll make up the entire scene, the story, what had just happened, what’s going to happen next. I’ll even feel what the characters feel.

...Something like that. 

These ideas, while exhilarating, always come at a time when I can’t write them down! And later, when I finally have the time…I might as well show you:

Note how both arms can't be in the water at the same time. 

He kind of ...bounces. 

...Yeah. 

But when I actually have time to write…

However, in all seriousness, I have to say I don't understand writers that say things like this: 

Sure, it can be a little tedious at times, but hey, we get to see the world in ways that other people don't. We get to sit with computers or notebooks for hours at a time and escape into our work. We can get lost in different worlds. We can manipulate emotions with mere words. Some of us even get paid for it! In other words, waterboarding is torture. Starving is torture. Being caged and contained and abused is torture. Writing is a gift.