We would all like to think of ourselves as solitary writers, but that is not so. Without our knowledge, we receive help from every which way.

Unconsciously, we add a piece of a plot from a movie we saw a year ago, a character trait from a book we read a month ago and a sentence of dialogue from a lyric we heard on the drive home last night.

We did not decide to borrow these things. Indeed, if someone pointed it out to us, we most likely would deny it, say it wasn’t’ true and at some point distantly later, revisit these works for entirely different purposes, only to be reminded of our helpful friend’s advise and secretly admit they were right.

There is no such thing as an original thought. There are too many people, who have come before us and too many that will come ages after we have passed and are forgotten, for that to be true. The difference that makes us each different, and indeed our work, it is the twists that we add to our stories. These are endless. Each decision we make in our story adds hundreds of variables, a colossal infinitum.

While the idea behind the story might not be original, our interpretations and imaginations add the spices that produce our own unique flavors. These can not be replicated. We all belong to the same species and the same planet but the human mind is neither simple nor fathomable in its entirety. We make fantasy become reality with a few thousand different words and here in lies the magic symbiotic relationship of writer and reader. Enjoy it.

A Typical Day in the Life of a Writer

            If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be a writer, look no further. Being a writer (an average writer, not a bestseller) means living a double life.

You’re a writer but that’s not your job, at least not the one accepted by the vast majority of your family and friends. To them you will always be the girl handy-woman. Every now and then you work up the courage and say, “I’ve finished another story. It’s almost ready to be sent out.” This exited statement is quickly reduced to a, “That’s nice dear. Did anything happen at work today?” so you see, oft times a writing muse is done for the day, writer is an ego of one. He or she must believe in themselves, without the help and encouragement of those they love most.

At times a writer will calmly, rationally decide maybe their wrong. Maybe they’ve been kidding themselves and they’re not a writer. But if that’s true how come rich intriguing ideas spring forward when you’re at a clients house, standing on a ladder, holding a board in one hand, an electric drill in the other and have a mouth full of drywall screws? It’s then that you know you’re a writer and you can’t wait until you’re on the ground again so you can jot down the new ending of your story. But that’s won’t happen for another thirty minutes, so you repeat the lines over and over again in your mind until they’re as permanently implanted on your brain as your own name.

Once those words are down on the page you think your writing muse is done for the day, she’s clocked out and you can resume your own life but your wrong. Pursuing a movie, she strikes again with a new twist. Almost gleefully you turn off the TV to whines of “Oh, Mom. It was just getting good!” you’re sorry but idea mania has no bounds.

With that done, you turn out the lights and go to bed. Sleep takes you far away and then you bolt upright in bed at three in the morning. Another idea has pounced and sprung you back into the habitual ritual of ink and paper scratching we know as writing.

Once again, our faith in our writing ability and ourselves has been reaffirmed but we sure wished our muse would keep to business hours!