My Unasked-For Thoughts on Writing



Writing is fun.

It's easy and I get nothing but pure pleasure from sitting down to write every morning, right after I wake up and feed my unicorn.

Scratch all that. Writing is fucking hard.

Why anyone would want to be a writer is beyond me. I believe the only reason there are writers in the world, is because a true writer can't NOT write.

A writer can't help but want to write down dialogue they hear between strangers. Yesterday I was waiting for my son to come out of a Target bathroom. A male employee walked past me toward the Employees Only door. Before he could enter, about five other employees came out. The male employee smiled and said, "Hey, I'm your new co-worker. It's so amazing to meet you!" and he hugged every employee standing there.

I had to write that down. Had to. I wanted to know more about this guy who shows up for work on his first day and ecstatically hugs his new coworkers.

I kinda wanted to be his friend.

Is he always like that? Did something great happen to him that morning to make him so happy? Or does he suffer from depression and it takes everything in him to appear happy every day?

Whatever his story is, a writer will walk away thinking about it and making up crazy scenarios. It's in our blood. And even though it comes naturally to us, it's still fucking hard to do every day.
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Thursday

My Unasked-For Thoughts on Writing



Writing is fun.

It's easy and I get nothing but pure pleasure from sitting down to write every morning, right after I wake up and feed my unicorn.

Scratch all that. Writing is fucking hard.

Why anyone would want to be a writer is beyond me. I believe the only reason there are writers in the world, is because a true writer can't NOT write.

A writer can't help but want to write down dialogue they hear between strangers. Yesterday I was waiting for my son to come out of a Target bathroom. A male employee walked past me toward the Employees Only door. Before he could enter, about five other employees came out. The male employee smiled and said, "Hey, I'm your new co-worker. It's so amazing to meet you!" and he hugged every employee standing there.

I had to write that down. Had to. I wanted to know more about this guy who shows up for work on his first day and ecstatically hugs his new coworkers.

I kinda wanted to be his friend.

Is he always like that? Did something great happen to him that morning to make him so happy? Or does he suffer from depression and it takes everything in him to appear happy every day?

Whatever his story is, a writer will walk away thinking about it and making up crazy scenarios. It's in our blood. And even though it comes naturally to us, it's still fucking hard to do every day.
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