(Yes, I am calling it St. Valentine’s Day, because we all still call it St. Patrick’s Day so why should St. Valentine be left out???)
On this most romantical day of the year (though it’s also Ash Wednesday peoples) I am here to give an “ode” to Writing, which is obviously the most romantic thing you could talk about.
Here we go. Verse 1. *clears throat*
(just kidding, this isn’t going to be poetry)
Writing is actually not romantic at all and that’s kinda OK.
Imagine a writer. The image that pops in your head is probably a person wearing a cardigan and studious glasses, sitting focused at their mahogany desk, with a beautiful lamp and piles of papers scattered just right all around them. Steaming coffee, rain beating on the windows, surrounded by bookshelves and hardwood floors. The proper classical music is on the record player.
What you would actually see:
Sweatshirt. Leggings. On the floor because if I sit on the desk the sun is glaring in my eye. The carpet needs to be vacuumed. There’s no coffee but an obnoxiously large mostly empty water bottle. Papers are scattered unattractively everywhere. “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” is playing loudly on the secondhand speakers.
I actually thinks that’s great. Sometimes it’s nice for life not to be picture perfect.
Writing is time consuming and eats my life.
I thought this was supposed to be an ode of love? Guess this is a hate/love relationship here?
But that is something I love about it. I mean, what else would I be doing with all this time??? Napping???
Like yeah, sometimes I’m writing like 10 am to 6 pm. Sometimes 3 pm to 7 pm. Whatever. It takes a lot of time and a lot of brain. But that’s the point. It’s never finished.
There’s always another story to write. You’re never done till you drop dead.
It’s fun (like, 50% of the time).
Literally the job description: Sit around and make up stories all day.
Sign me up. (Of course that didn’t mention that you must edit said stories. )
Writing is hard – it’s easy to lose sight of why anyone started writing in the first place, or why people read in the first place.
We like stories. And stories are fun.