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What assumptions do people make about you when they hear you are a writer?
For the past 9 years I’ve told nobody I know (except Sam) that I write novels, and so nobody up until recently has made any assumptions. However, last week I made one exception and told one other person…
For some months now I’ve been taking an early morning walk which often takes me past a house in the village where a woman more often than not sits on the doorstep and smokes a cigarette. I started saying “good morning” to her, as it’s customary to do around these parts. She always responded, and we tended to leave it at that. About a month ago I commented on the lovely tree in her front garden. She was quite chatty after that, and we started to converse every morning.
After a couple more weeks we got onto the subject of reading, and she mentioned one or two authors whose books she liked to read. I recognised these as ‘misery-lit’, and I asked her why she tended to favour books that were so depressing to read. She answered that it was good to find somebody else who had lived through exactly the same traumatic childhood that she had experienced. After she had read Dave Peltzer’s autobiography that I had loaned her, she said it was tame compared to what she had gone through.
She began to open up on subsequent mornings to the most horrific abuse. I told her to write it all down and self-publish it, but she was not keen to do this. She told me that she had often thought of looking for somebody who could help her get her thoughts down on paper.
Well… I couldn’t stand by and let that opportunity go to waste, could I? I mentioned that I was a self-published author and lo and behold, I’ll now have a new story to type up in the winter. ‘Jane’ and I are going to sit together for an hour every weekday morning before I start work for as long as it takes for her to tell me her story. I’ll change names and places to protect her identity. She told me it was fate that we’ve met, and I have to agree. Her story promises to be rather horrendous from what I’ve heard so far.
I may have less time for social media in the coming months, as I need to put the hours in for the NHS as well, so please forgive me if I don’t comment on as many of your blogs as I used to.
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I’m so glad you found her. This is going to help her heal. You’re doing good work!
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I hope so. She’s quite a character!
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Wow Stevie. See you never who you meet. I’m like you, not usually talking about my books to strangers, though I tend to more on vacations. So, I’m curious, will you be ghostwriting this story or making it into one of your intriguing women’s fiction stories? ❤
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It’ll be a biography rather than fictional this time. x
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Ooooh, now that’s an exciting task! x
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Biographies and memoirs – my favourite reading matter. x
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Sistah! x
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A willing participant is lovely! A friend lost her daughter to a serial killer here in Fairbanks and I’ve often been tempted to write that story. She talks about it freely enough, but I suspect if I started taking notes, she’d clam up. I asked her once if I could write it and said she’d prefer not, so I won’t until she passes.
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Then maybe check with her family first just in case?
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It is a funny thing about many writers I’ve talked to. Perhaps some think it sounds egotistical to call yourself a writer, but I don’t see it that way. I think you should carry that title with pride, Stevie.
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I always say I write for a hobby, as I don’t make a living from it.
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But you’re still a writer!
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I suppose, lol.
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That’s fantastic, it must be fate that you met, kudos to you for helping her in this project. Who knows who might be helped by reading her story. And what catharsis she might get.
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Thanks Richard. Yes, I’m hoping it may help others who are going through the same life journey.
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I agree, it sounds like fate that you met. 😁😁
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That’s great. A horrific topic and will be difficult to sit and listen then write it down – but what a chance for “Jane’s” story to be told.
Tweeted.
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Yes indeed. Even the first hour today held some horrific stuff, but I’m glad to be able to help her. I’ve just typed up one and a half pages of notes and am ready for the next installment tomorrow.
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But what a great service you are doing, giving her a kind ear and letting her talk out her feelings.
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She says it’s helping her, so that’s good.
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Wow! What an amazing outcome!
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Yes indeed. I’d walked past her house for weeks and weeks, and just nodded a greeting. I passed a comment on her camellia tree, and it all sprung from there.
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The real question should be “What do people think when you tell them you’re a writer and you make a living at it.” I coined the phrase “corporate musician” because I got tired of saying “I play synthesizers” and getting “That’s nice, but what do you do for a living?”
As for other people’s horror stories… Whew. Good Luck. My wife had a cousin who went out to baby sit. The crack head boyfriend of the woman she sat for dropped by with his cracked up friend. They both raped her, and seeking to destroy evidence, filled her vagina with lighter fluid and lit her up. She died after a couple of days in the hospital. The list goes on – nobody gets out alive, or unscathed.
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Good God! The lady comes to my house where Sam works upstairs – I don’t go to hers. She’s very pleasant after 8 years of sobriety. Her partner is a mechanic and goes out to work. I think I’m safe, lol.
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I was just talking horror stories. Not that writing someone else’s was dangerous, other than being inside their mind. 🤣
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I can view it all dispassionately, whilst I remember my own happy childhood and thank my lucky stars.
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Amen. If if our moms were slightly crazy.
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You’re doing a lovely thing. I hope it goes well for both of you 👍
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Thanks Clive. First hour done this morning, and so far so good…
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This is wonderful news. Opportunity presents itself to those open to it. I think you would be the perfect person to write her story for her.
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Thanks Darlene. We started off this morning – it went quite well.
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I am not a published writer of course, but when I mention to people that I am a regular blogger, most assume I do that to make money. When I tell them there is no money to be made from it, they usually ask me why I bother. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Because you like writing (lol)?
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It’s not like there’s a lot of money in novel-writing either. I’ve been writing over on Medium and you can make money there, just probably not a lot of it.
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Yes, writing doesn’t pay the bills but it’s a great pastime.
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