“What are you doing out here? Writing a novel?”
“Why, yes. Yes, I am.”
I was asked that question yesterday. I sat at a small round table inside my gym’s lobby. I always position myself right in front of the workout room’s double doors because if I move closer to the end of the hall, there is a possibility my child in the Child Watch facility will see me through the windows. If that happens, I might as well forget using one of my workout hours for writing.
So, I sat there, typing away, and my spray tan lady walks out of the weight room. Jokingly, she remarks, “What are you doing out here? Writing a novel?” When I tell her yes, pure shock takes over her face. When I minimize my screen and show her my book covers, I can tell I’ve really impressed her. Now, if I make the NYT Bestsellers list, we might be friend’s for life. That would be okay with me. She’s pretty nice.
But, let me tell you, I do dream of that day when I make the NYT list. Being a writer may be perceived as cool. Heck, I’ve always thought I was pretty cool. I think other’s are just starting to realize it. But, as cool as being a writer, being published, or even being on the NYT list may be, that cool status isn’t going to happen with out good old-fashioned hard work to back it up. While most of you are enjoying your last hours of slumber, I’m up, yawning and hoping the coffee will kick in soon. While, you guys are in board meetings, or out to lunch with friends, I’m sitting on my couch, computer in lap and more coffee in hand. And, while you guys are probably enjoying your late night television or evening drama’s, I’m sitting, computer in lap, glasses on, trying to move the story farther along on the page.
Because no matter how “cool” being a writer may seem to an outsider, if you’re a writer, you know. It’s addicting, it’s time consuming, but when success is met and dream’s come true, there is no greater feeling.
Have a great day, everyone!