Is writing our destiny?

Last night I was watching the fifth episode of the BBC show Being Human. (Wow, I started this series weeks ago, and I’m only on episode five? Good lord.) In “Where the Wild Things Are,” the vampire leader/policeman William Herrick confesses in an elevator that he once dreamed of becoming an architect because of a picture book he owned when he was a boy. The hunger of a vampire, as it happens, decided otherwise. “This chose me,” he tells Mitchell fiercely.

It got me thinking. That’s a lot like being a writer.

Now, maybe it’s wrong* to compare a vampire’s instinct to kill and drink blood with a writer’s need to write, but … bear with me here.

As writers, we’re constantly being pulled into a tide we cannot resist. If we don’t write, we drive ourselves crazy. I imagine that’s much how a dehydrated vampire feels, only with the murdering and all.

We feel better when we write, when we spill our thoughts out onto the page (okay, hold the morbidity). For me it’s almost compulsive. An idea happens upon me and I scribble it down on a scrap of paper—or off to my blog I go. My passion for writing is, I firmly believe, an innate phenomenon. I didn’t decide to be a writer any more than I decided to be born with blonde hair and blue eyes.**

Without a outlet to write, without an audience of some assemblage, I would be a very sad girl indeed.

But as any writer can tell you, writing isn’t the easiest job in the world. Far from it. But it’s an endeavor well worth the time and labor, and an addictive one at that. I write not only here on this blog, but on my other blog (on occasion)—as well as several other websites. My name will soon appear in print in a magazine as a contributor (more on that in the coming weeks, when I finally have my copy in hand). I’m busy revising my first novel, when I can spare the time. And when I’m not writing, I’m doing things that create more opportunities for me to write—reading books or comics, playing video games, watching movies … all so I can reflect on them in written form.

I admit. I do have an agenda here. I’m in the process of securing two deals for freelancing positions*** that, combined, will lighten my financial burden but severely limit my time. They also let me do what I love, and that counts for a lot. Because of these two new (please, please keep your fingers crossed for me) responsibilities, I’ll have less time leftover for blogging. But don’t think for a minute that’ll stop me from posting every week—as always, I’ll find a way. A big workload has never discouraged me before. Just be more lenient with me if my posts show up in your feed half as often. ;)

But okay, back to my point. Writing is sort of like destiny, isn’t it? Try as we might to get away from it, it just keeps reining us in, for better or worse. I’d say right now, for me, it’s for the better.

P.S.: Another happy life update: I just ordered a new laptop! Insert high volumes of girlish squeals here! I can’t WAIT until it arrives. I’ve been lugging around this hunk of junk**** (that’s an endnote, not a bleeped-out swear word, although it might as well be) (my other hunk of junk, the one that’s a desktop, died on me a couple weeks ago) for far too long. I icily named it “Pandora’s Box” the other day: the source of all pain in my world. Ugh.

P.P.S.: Want to see something lovely? Go to Google Images and search “writing,” and then search “love of writing.” With “writing,” you see lonely pens on paper and disembodied hands. “Love of writing” is something else entirely. You see doodled hearts and people—people together, and people smiling.

P.P.P.S.: By the way, I manage on a lot of coffee, tea, and the comfort of cats.

*Yes, yes it is.

**For the record, I dye my hair red and sometimes brown. Shh.

***More on those when they’re finalized. Although the one involves writing evening news posts, so if you’re interested in video games, stop by GameZone.com after dark starting tomorrow.

****Thanks to my sister for passing down this hunk of junk, which has been a great gift to receive despite all its hassle.

10 thoughts on “Is writing our destiny?

      1. KM Huber

        My Pearl Book is that collection of words and thoughts that I have found particularly wise or memorable or both. While in college, nearly 30 years ago, my mentor/adviser recommended I keep a Pearl Book for those thoughts, others’ words, that I might find useful. Thus, my “book” has many forms including some rather tangible notebooks and journals as well a memory component. “Dehydrated vampire” is perfect, as far as I’m concerned, and it is written down as I trust less and less to memory.

        Germane to this conversation is my favorite short story: “For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.” By Hemingway, as I am sure you know.

        Thanks for asking!
        Karen

  1. amymarie

    I’ve got my fingers crossed for you, Stephanie! I hope the jobs work out. And I agree with the whole “need to write” thing. When I finished up my last book, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to do another (my fifth). But then an idea started to poke at me and I gave in. I wrote yesterday and today and feel so much happier. I hadn’t even realized I was feeling badly, until I started to write!

    1. Stephanie

      Yay, thank you! The news writing one worked out (hooray!), but it’ll be a week or so before I hear about the copy editing one. And yes, totally! I feel so much better when I write. Super happy for you, by the way, that you’ve started another book!

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  3. curlygeek04

    Good luck with the freelancing! Sounds exciting. I was a compulsive writer for years and then stopped and had a hard time getting started again. My husband suggested blogging and now I’m completely addicted. I didn’t realize how much I missed doing something creative.

    1. Stephanie

      Exactly! I kind of tapered off with blogging until I started this site, and now I realized how much I missed it! It’s of course a lot better having such a great community of people to interact with. :)

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