Many
people I’ve met are envious of the writerly life. But their perceptions of what
it’s like to be a writer don’t quite match up to reality. Here are my
observations.
What society
thinks I do: Spend all day rolling around in my royalty money.
What my
friends think I do: Go to lunch with them (well, yes, I do that a lot) and then
go home and roll around in royalty money.
What my family thinks I do: Binge on Chunky Monkey ice cream while watching TV, reaching out to tap out a few lofty and erudite sentences when the muse hits. (In my defense I do need to “study” the “occasional” movie for plotting and dialogue training. But it’s all under the banner of “continuing education.") And then roll around in royalty money.
