Fiction writers are odd ducks. Most do not especially like humans, who exist in “this” reality. Introverts, scribes – they prefer solitude. And are all too often perceived as eccentric and reclusive.
Yet their entire oeuvre concerns humans.
Writers are people with severe multiple personality disorder. Killer and priest. Lover and rapist. They are all these people and so, so many others – 24/7. The wonder is that they function at all.
The intrusion of flesh and blood humans seems odd, misplaced, surreal to the writer. Because the writer’s entire reality seems to her the real, “actual” reality. Yet to other humans, that is absurd, and the writer has crazy ideas, ruled often my silliness and impracticality.
As a writer I walk around with a large entourage of totally invisible specific individuals inside of me and beside me. Yet when regular humans meet me, I am alone.
Thus “normal” verbal communication seems totally contrived, and often difficult to comprehend. Many writers teeter on the verge of madness and live one step away from homelessness or institutionalization. The later may prove a boon as the stress of all of the fictive characters and battles and hardships, and the tragic/comedies of their lives continue all day long within the writer.
Such a life for the writer is actually beyond stress, though self-induced it may be. She cannot help it. For the writer courts madness as the snake charmer and extreme athlete court death. Teetering on the head of a pin. Total disintegration is not far off. And the more verisimilitude brought to the writing, the harder the challenge, the more the stress, the more precarious “normal” life becomes. Sadly this is also a progressive disease.
So, please, a little kindness, a few allowances for these eccentric humans. Remember well – the very same characters exist within all of us. Every human. Yet only the writer has the strength and courage to tackle these inhabitants of our souls and bodies as their own.
Teetering on a Pin:
Fiction Writer as an Odd Duck
by Lilith Moon
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