Everyone has a teeny-tiny corner of their psyche that wonders what it would be like to be a writer. Here’s a list of reasons why you should.Writers get to:
- Work at home in their underwear. (Plaid boxers for the win!)
- Create villains based on friends, family, and enemies…then eviscerate them on the page.
- Learn how to spel gud and uses proper grammer. (Hookt on fonix wurked fur me!)
- Tell stories that instill a sense of awe. (Frank Herbert’s Dune or Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings.)
- Exercise their imagination and stimulate their creativity. (Who else would imagine a demented Alchemist who dismembers teenage girls becoming the leader of a people similar to the Mongols?)
- Have a legitimate reason to be a hermit. (Retreat to your room,office, coffee shop, etc.)
- Have a legitimate reason to be an asshole. (“Don’t worry about him. He’s a writer. He’s supposed to be moody.”)
- Tell people at parties that you’re a writer, so that people can immediately tell you what to write about. (Random dude: “I had this great idea for a story one time…”)
- Have a habit that is harder to break than drugs, alcohol, or MMOs. (Truly–writing is as compulsive as any other behavior that I’ve read about or tried.)
- “Pay it forward” to future generations with other tales of speculation. (Heinlein’s ideas at work.)
- Earn less, on average, than a fast-food worker. (If you break down the hourly rates for a first-time author or someone slaving away in the trade ‘zines, it’s actually much less.)
- Shape the opinions of those who read their works. (Their minds are like clay, or even putty in my hands!)
- Live on after their time with their words and observations. (Temporal immortality. It’s the only sure way I know.)
- Bug their friends. (“Hey! Read this! Please?!?”)
- Get to be anonymously famous–people may know who you are, but you can generally walk through airports and restuarants without being accosted.
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I better never be in any of your books!
You already are…
i hate you