Personally I think to be a writer, one needs to cultivate a certain persona. I'm stuck somewhere between the starving artiste who lives in a garrett, chain-smokes and drinks cheap wine, and the fat woman who lives with a hundred cats (substitute for dogs, in my case) and eats nothing but chocolate.
"How am I ever going to make it as a writer since I don't drink?"
That's only one of the four time honored traditions of great writers. You can also grow a beard, smoke a pipe, or become a recluse. All four in tandom are the real ticket though. But you still won't sell in great numbers until they find you floating face down in a culvert.
That's only one of the four time honored traditions
of great writers. You can also grow a beard, smoke a
pipe, or become a recluse. All four in tandom are the
real ticket though. But you still won't sell in great
numbers until they find you floating face down in a
I hope I can break the stereotype then. I'm not willing to do any of those things to make it. My husband would also appreciate it if I avoided them all - especially the beard.
I sure don't look like an author when I'm in the grocery store - screaming kids, five gallons of milk, unwashed hair, and who knows what slimed across the front of my shirt. If you look close though, I always have some dark chocolate caramel pecan clusters in the cart as well. It's the only thing that gives me away.
I first grew out my beard when I was nineteen. My mother was a very religious woman, so I told her I was trying to be more like Jesus. She looked me up and down a second and relplied, "So why do you look like Hemingway?" I knew then I was destined to one day live the miserable life of a writer.
Conratulations! You're in the club. I shall send out your secret decoder ring forthwith!
Women seem to take the short-cut to their Hemingway bellies by way of chocolate. For men it's strictly pizza, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravey, and beer. I like to think we come by our writer's bump more naturally!
I think we female writers need to wear glasses, have listless hair, take on male pen names, and wear menswear inspired clothes (ah, Annie Hall, I love you!) and live in a garret.
Unless you write in my genre (ahem Chelle, that includes you) and then I THINK we are supposed to have REALLY big hair, a Texas accent, a floral themed blog, cute little dogs (I've go one of those at least!) and impeccable fingernails. I fail on all but the dog. Maybe I should switch genres...
Back to numb bum...oy. Me too. But you now, it's worth it for the art. ; P