I’m someone who can sit for hours people watching. See that guy?
His name is Eduardo. Eduardo keeps studying his watch, his bushy eyebrows knitted
together. He pulls out his cell phone, punches a few buttons and scowls before
jamming it back into his pocket. Is he a Federal Agent? - a hit man? Or maybe I
notice a giant truck driven by a very old woman wearing a knitted cap. When she
sees me looking at her, she veers down the first side street. Is she in
disguise? Or has an injured criminal forced her to drive his getaway vehicle?
My imagination has driven me nuts for most of my life. I found early on, if I wrote down the
silly notions that entered my head, the fog would lift and I could feel normal. For a while at least. But later in life as a full-time mom,
wife and employee, I didn't have time to doodle in notebooks. So I stowed away my ramblings hoping
the stories bred from every day living would leave me be. It was pointless. With age the problem worsened. Characters would whisper in
my ear in the dead of night.
Sound familiar? Perhaps
this is why most writers typically get along fabulously with other writers. We
understand poor eye contact, spaced-out looks and seemingly short attention
spans. We know if another writer
has drool dribbling down their chin they aren't having a seizure. They’re probably riding a giant
winged-horse in a sky with two suns.
So yes, I will settle it once and for all. Writers are weird. And
if you’re reading this? Weirdo! (Or you know one and are hoping this is a
helpful guide on how to deal with them.) Well worry no more. The solution is
quite simple. Write! Give those pesky characters their voice. Give up TV, sleep
and socializing. For me, I started cutting coupons, feeding my
family beanie-weenie and went part-time.
Okay. So I’m fortunate that my husband
isn't a picky eater. The bottom line is a writer must write so don't view it as a curse but as a rare gift. Embrace your Eduardos knowing most people will see only
a Bob.
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