There is a constant fear when you know a writer; the fear
that everything you do or say will later turn into a story. The fear that any embarrassing move you make
will be plastered around pages for people to see. Your soul will be bare and you will be out
there, in the public eye, naked and vulnerable.
If you think this is an over exaggeration, you have no concept of the
internet or how what you say in a public forum resonates in the world forever. Overly dramatic, you say? Well, this might be
a small little blog, but it certainly gets a
lot of traction; not just in the United States, but all around the
world. I may not have many ‘followers’
who subscribe (ie-other bloggers) but I do have a lot of dedicated readers…as
my stats tell me.
My day job may be the farthest thing from writing as
possible, but that’s because it is my hobby, my passion, something I love. I want my work to be pure and fun and be my
voice. Writing is my outlet, but still, I am a writer. I repeat, I am a writer. While this
may just seem like an arbitrary statement, it actually has a lot more to do
with my character than my profession. Writers are Blessed with both a
gift and a curse. We are analytical creatures; which means we will tear
apart everything you say five ways to Sunday, until we find an underlying gem
in what you indirectly said. Yes, this seems a little crazy, but that’s
what writers do, we can’t help it. On the other hand, everything we say
is carefully thought out, eloquent, precise and well planned. That
attribute alone can be a powerful tool, as we can either build you up with
beautiful speech, or say the most hurtful insults that will not sting right
away, but eat at you for days to come.
These are the liabilities with
being friends with a writer. I have been
told I have an acid tongue, stringing the most eloquent lines together to
purposely push the buttons of whoever scorned me. While some people might see that as an
insult, I took it as a testament to my amazing writing and diction skills. I have a creative brain and knack for picking
obscure but poignant words. I try to use
my power for the common good, but to err is human . . . Mildly joking, I
never wrongly insult anyone, but God help you if you hurt someone I care about
. . .acid tongue gloves are OFF!
But I digress. While many people
are afraid of having their guts spilled for the masses over pages, I seldom
write about people I am close with. Much
of my life/blog are an open book as far as good bar stories, terrible dates,
and random thoughts, I do not put the intimacies of my life on here. However, if you are with me and an amazing
adventure, good story or horrible dates ensue, it is fair game. You have been forewarned.
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