I have thought much this week of the people who are married to writers, that do not actually write them selves. Or maybe they have not taken the steps to write something amazing. If they do write, they are probably amazing and I guess… I am not really talking to you. 🙂
I have talked to several friends who have amazing relationships, but their writing is vague at best. I have many friends that have good relationships and their writing makes happy and joyful. Then, I have those friends who are single and their writing makes me blush and excuse myself from everyone’s company to be alone for a moment. No, that is not traffic in the back room.
Why does it change so dramatically?
For anyone reading a good book, you can get to a certain part in a story that you have no way of knowing how hard it it going to hit you in the gut. Since writers draw from the real world that is around us, as well as the whimsical fantasies in out heads, we had a broad range of feelings about our surroundings that we pull from. Old lovers, old friends, childhood sweethearts and of course the occasional lustful stare with a complete stranger that send you into a free fall of all kinds of amazing fantasies.
I refuse to believe that when someone, who sits down to write, is not pulling from somewhere deep down because, writers write what they know. It is a quality trademark of the best writers. If you have a jealous spouse who questions your every word, writers block will keep you from ruining you delicate house hold balance. This can seriously mess with your creative juices. How do you handle this? You are writing for your fans no matter where you pull from. I don’t think the millions of readers in the world realize the moods swing writers face on a daily basis to give them the best story possible. I don’t think they realize the whiplash their spouse get every fifteen minutes of writing. I say this because in truth we rarely write the way a story reads. Our 2 hours of writing could be a fight scene here, a love scene there, Mischief and betrayal lurking somewhere behind the love story waiting to pounce like a tiger in heat. Out poor spouses (or significant others.)
Thank you, to my Amazing Mr. Black for knowing that my writing is not who I am completely. Being free to write what ever I think, without ridicule, makes it so much better to create worlds for others to enjoy. You are really the perfect muse.