Incidentally, I stumbled on this tweet last night. Seeing it, I found myself thinking, “This was some groundbreaking thought?” Actually, to my mind, it’s nowhere near on target. In fact, my only axiom I’d share as a writer is this: Writers should avoid sharing axioms like this:
Because to note that, obviously she’d never encountered my (now late) uncle:
And how many others like him have been, and are, out there. To write, true, you do have to sit down and actually shut yourself away and WORK. But unless you are dealing directly with the public in a face to face occupation, authoring is hardly different than so many others.
Indeed, writing can be very much a “face-to-face” occupation too. For example, last night in a restaurant, I went completely blank: For the life of me, I couldn’t recall how to say “76” in Spanish. Actually, specifically I couldn’t remember how to say “70.” I could only think of the French.
“Setenta y seis,” our server laughed as she gently reminded me.
Darn it! I knew that, of course! I laughed too….partly because I was also trying to play down how I felt briefly like a bl-ody nitwit. (Señora would have been so disappointed in me.)
A gazillion life incidents like those: I file them away. Maybe I’ll use that someday.
How you write as a “recluse” is beyond me. After all, from where did you get your material? From staring up at the ceiling during all of your waking hours, rarely venturing outside?
You have to stumble through ravines. You have to discover a “Lucie.” You have to find yourself perhaps slightly embarrassed in front of your Spanish restaurant server. 🙂