For a while, I wondered why writers were weird. I mean, we do have a reputation for being a bit off our rockers.
We cry over “fictional” characters (note the quotes).
We lock ourselves in dark rooms with a computer and only let people in when they come bearing gifts of food.
We would generally rather stay at home, flip on the BBC station, and curl up with a computer on our laps than hang out with people.
We look weird too. Most of us anyway. We walk around in pj’s, rarely bother to brush out our disheveled hair… Right? I’m not the only one. I can’t be. But my hair looks fine considering. It gets poofy if I brush it.
Anyway. *cough* So, why are writers so weird?
Well, after much contemplation, I think I found the answer. Please, feel free to add your thoughts to this as well. I’m very interested in this. 🙂
Writers are weird because we live so many lives. We feel too many emotions. We experience more than the average person. We’ve killed more than the average person too. Guys. We’re murderers. O____________O
But yeah. We feel more than people are designed to feel. People feel a lot anyway, but we feel more. Because we put ourselves in our character’s positions. If it’s real to us, it’s real to the reader, right? (Not always, but generally.) When we kill off our favorite character, we get depressed.
I mean, it’s like killing your best friend.
You’re emotionally dead for the rest of the day. You can’t stop thinking about everything they did. I know because I just did something horrible to my MC’s and I cried.
These people are real to us.
They’re sad, we’re sad. They’re happy, we’re happy.
You know what I mean? We’re not Batman. We don’t lead double-lives. We live, like, fifty million lives at the same time. Not sayin’ I’m better than a superhero, but I don’t think Batman could handle leading more than two lives. 😛
Did that make sense? Or was I rambling? Did I miss anything? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! Leave me a comment. ^_^
And now, my darlings, I have a revealing. Here is the t-shirt I am wearing tomorrow for Halloween. I’m pretty proud of it. I just got a cheap shirt at Walmart and used a q-tip dipped in bleach to write after outlining with a white, water-soluble pencil. 🙂 I’ll make the costume complete by wearing black skinny jeans with pink Converse sneaks and adorning my skin with tally marks as well as mascara tears.
(Sorry for the low quality. These were taken with my computer.)
God bless! 😀