For many, being a writer is merely a hobby, the biggest secret of their lives, and if people do know they write, then it’s just kind of a weird thing only one in every thousand people do. If you find yourself in this category and you find satisfaction in that, be my guest. There is no need to go around proclaiming yourself a writer as Gospel Truth.
For those of you who aren’t satisfied with being the weird person in the room, here is a little suggestion from another unpublished author. Think of yourself as a superhero. I’m sure there are plenty of similarities you could find by yourself with many superheroes, but for this post Batman will be our hero of interest.
Think of yourself as Batman. And Bruce Wayne. You are both. Bruce Wayne goes out and is just another face in the crowd. He even presents himself as anything but a hero — a flirting, drinking, fun-loving billionaire. Bruce Wayne comes home and gets on his computer and researches people, events, places, things. He exercises his mind and his body. He gets wise counsel from Alfred. Batman goes out and with the data he’s collected on his prey, hunts and takes down his prey, leaving them for the authorities.
Writers are just like Batman. You are just like Batman. You are an individual with your own identity that everyone sees just like anybody else they see. You are just another face in the crowd. A nobody. But the great part is they only get to see what you choose to let them see.
All the while that they are just seeing a face in the crowd (not even that really, because they aren’t even noticing you), you are observing everything and everyone, the way people laugh, scowl, drink, talk, smile, shake hands, say goodbye, approach the buffet table, leave conversations, and much, much more. You come home after putting on a show with your extrovert side as a front. You record things in your journal, put ideas into the computer, maybe a little research on writing or a particular setting or personality type. You exercise your mind and your body with assorted writing prompts, breaks from writing related projects, and relaxing walks. Then the time comes and in a moment’s notice, you’re out the door and headed straight for the problem – the mental thugs depriving those blank pages of yours of the justice they deserve – and you write.
So for those of you, like myself, who need a little more mental encouragement with what you are doing with your life as a writer, liken yourself to Batman and put on an extrovert front for the world to see, while secretly doing amazing things on the page down in the secret depths of your writer’s cave.