Like that one guy said: Good writers borrow, great writers steal. Welcome to the place where all things have been lifted, looted, and otherwise pilfered…Remember, possession is 9/10s of the law.
As I’ve gone through August, buying school supplies and whatnot for the kids (and myself!) and after a couple recent-er posts from buddies Deb and Ali, I have figured out the real reason that we’re writers.
You would think that it would have something to do with the fact that we were all big readers growing up and, therefore, we fell in love with the written word and stories. You would be correct, that certainly played a part.
You might also think that the bookstore holds a certain magical quality for us. The rows and rows of books written by people alive and dead…the dead still able to speak to us even now. (Though we can’t understand a word of what Joyce is saying, he is still talking. Sorry, with one exception: Deb understands him.) Your assumptions would be correct here also.
However, there is a tipping point for all things. That proverbial straw of hay that breaks a camel’s back and, in turn, changes mere mortals to writers. That straw was an Office Max/Staples/You Name the Big Office Supply Store for me, and it looks like Ali and Deb too. I suspect that we are not alone.
Imagine it with me now:
WHY ON EARTH ISN’T EVERYONE A WRITER?! It’s like perpetual Christmas.
August is here–’tis the Back-to-Writing season! Go forth and find that perfect rollerball to make you happy!