What is So Exciting about being a writer that there are so many people who aspire to write a book one day? We smell somewhat funny, our fingers hurt, a lot of us drink, and you practically have to take a vow of poverty if you decide to be one full time. So what is it?
Actually, other than the finger thing, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. When I was thirteen-years-old, my family moved to a small farm in Arkansas. I went from living in Kent, Washington with views of Mount Rainer and the Cascade Mountains from my bedroom window to a farm on top of a mountain. I moved from a subdivision that included a park for all of us local kids to a house where my nearest neighbor lived a mile away...and they were 180 years old.
I did not take the move well.
Still, I’d always been a bookworm. I fell in love with reading at a very young age and my parents always encouraged us to read whatever we wanted from their considerable library of books. Shortly after school started that year, I decided to take my angst out in writing. I started a book about how my teenage protagonist had parents who hated her and moved her from her lovely, amazing home, to a farm in Arkansas. Banished I think is the word I used. Eighty-six pages in, my book was complete.
OHMYFREAKINGOD, I never felt so proud of anything before in my entire life. A short life, granted, but mine. I was hooked from that moment and it only took me nineteen years to make my first sale. I gave up writing for a number of those years as I pursued life and other things, but in the back of my mind I always believed one day I would be a writer.
We all have stories to tell. Every single one of us. The reason so many want to write is because watching something from deep down inside of us come to life on paper is one of the greatest feelings in this world. Yes, it can be frustrating at times, and yes, sometimes I just want to stop and do Anything else with my life but there truly is no greater feeling than writing the words The End after spilling my heart and soul onto the page.
So here is my question, folks: What is your story? What is it that makes you want to write?
Mary Duncanson, who sometimes writes as Mary Malcolm, lives in North Texas with a menagerie of animals and roommates. She is currently looking to adopt a husband, preferably housebroken, preferably as silly as her. When she’s not on Facebook goofing around, she’s talking to the characters in her head and hoping they talk back. When she’s not doing all that, she can be found wandering around Central Market with a happy, drooly foodie look on her face. Do not judge her, it is her Mecca.
Mary’s been writing since she was a teenager, though she spent quite a few years studying toward becoming a doctor before she realized she wanted to be a full-time author. Unfortunately, the people who own her student loans still want to be paid for the years they supported her medical dreams.
She lives on a steady diet of coffee and chocolate and feels, like Eleanor Roosevelt, that people should believe in the beauty of their dreams. Also, that people should ignore the word “should” because really, it’s kind of a judgmental word. Mary dreams of one day living as a full-time, well-paid novelist (hint, hint) and also of traveling to Chile to pay homage to her soul mate, Pablo Neruda.