Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.
- Mel Brooks
I find that when I sit down to write, I can become anyone or anything I choose to be. The characters I write about are from my real life but also my fantasy life. I can escape into a land of violence, or a romantic love scene. Writers have a marvelous brain, where only they can tell a story that the reader can live.
As a writer we can become a killer, a victim, a mother, a father. We can write beautiful poems, love stories, fiction, non-fiction. We can take words that can draw a reader into a story to the point where the reader believes they are the character. Or a reader can become angry at the words that are written by a writer. The tears can fall by what they read.
A character can be rich or poor, a sinner or a saint. Can be God or the Devil. The life of a writer is so enthralling. Maybe not the staring at a blank piece of paper, nor the massive intrusions into their world by the world itself. Or the paid jobs that most undertake to put food on the table, or pay the bills.
It amazes me with the amount of patience, ambition, contentment, excitement that a writer has. To sit for hours to put words down on a piece of paper, then to re read those words, correct these words. Some writers need to seclude themselves in a room where there is no noise. For me I cannot write in silence, I write with the tv on, my family going about their daily business. I do get infuriated when I am in a train of thought and someone wants to know what I am thinking, or doing. Well I look at them and say well I’m thinking of how to murder someone. This normally cuts the questions.
When I write I am in a world all of my own, only allowing the daily life to interup when I need a coffee or supper is ready. My family has become very patient with me, I normally set four to five hours a day for my writing, sometimes I go eight to twelve hours. Just like tonight. My darlin wife and children are sleeping, the tv in the bedroom is on and I am of course writing. Every now and then my wife rolls over and tells me it’s time for bed.
Once I get into writing, there is not stopping me, my fantasy world becomes alive. I sit and read, re read the words on the pages before me. My fingers seem to have a brain of their own, they surf over the keys like a pianist, the words flow from my brain to the tips of my fingers to make my stories come alive. I write about things I would never dare talk about. I normally keep my writings hidden until I have read them a hundred times.
One day my fantasy world may make money, but for now I have to enter the real world to make a living. I dread the real world, I do my job, clean the house, pay the bills. My writing is my addiction, I can leave this world to enter a new realm, a fantasy world where anything can happen. The world of a writer is a miracle. The only time a writer is not a writer is when one they are not writing, or when they are dead. For the time I have left I will write, if not for my self, but for the one day when others will laugh, cry, get angry, at the words I have written. I write for me, someday the world may read it. I will not publish anything that I do not like.
Ode to the writers, for our lives are full, the one thing we can do is share it with the world and hopefully they will have a fantasy world too.
Causes Wende Plante aka Billy-Joe Supports
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