What I thought it would be like:
Writing retreats full of discourse, stimulating discussions, plotting, and lots of other authors.
What it’s actually like:
#You’reTooPoor #SillyAuthor #RetreatsAreForBestSellers
What I thought it would be like:
Ideas lining up, falling neatly into their places, everything is flowing and glorious and ticking along like pure, perfect, writing clockwork.
What it’s actually like:
EVER HEARD OF SLEEPING, Ideas? GIVE ME A BREAK.
What I thought it would be like:
Editing, DONE. Polishing? This baby is shining. Revision number three is going SO WELL.
What it’s actually like:
This was such a great idea to edit this bit here—DAMN IT now I have to re-write every part with foreshadowing and change the spelling for one noun hidden throughout 60,000 words.
What I thought it would be like:
Blissful hours spent writing.
What it’s actually like:
Why am I on Canva again? How did Pinterest boards take up three hours? wHaT just happened?
What I thought it would be like:
Writing, writing, writing, more writing, lots of writing, all the words!
What it’s actually like:
Re-writing my goddamn author bio for the 50th time.
What I thought it would be like:
The house will just somehow keep itself clean? I dunno, somehow I thought there would be time for writing and cleaning and cooking and parenting and writing.
What it’s actually like:
This mess keeps multiplying although I am sitting quietly at my computer desk without cleaning, how unfair, I did NOT authorize this method.
What I thought it would be like:
Writing the story.
What it’s actually like:
Back on thesaurus.com looking up synonyms for “moist” for the 800th time
I can relate! Boy, can I ever relate…
Digital high five!
Loved how you shared what you thought being an author would be and what it is. It would be wonderful if it was more like you thought it’d be. But I think you’ve nailed how much work it really is.
I was unaware that I’d need to become a walking Thesaurus, for sure! LOL