You can’t just write the same story all your life, can you? Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Okay, maybe you can.
What did writers do before pens were invented? Don’t ask me. I wouldn’t know. I’m the user of many pens and the owner of even more.
I have very few living, breathing human beings as friends. But you can never have too many fictional friends.
Small books, big books. All kinds of books.
Because as much fun as it is to read stories, it’s fun to create them as well.
I hope you’ve read How To Respond To Stupid Questions (For Writers) already. If not, click the link before reading the rest of this post or after you finish perusing the below.
Before I continue, you need to know this is not as good as the original. That’s why I advise you to read the first post so you can see I am quite funny. Er, at times. Fine fine, I am occasionally funny. Rarely?
What is your writing about?
Don’t answer this question. It’s a booby trap. You will thank me later.
What do you want to be?
I already am what I want to be.
Are you finished yet?
I have a better question: Have you finished anything in your lifetime?
What are you doing with your life?
More than you.
Can I read it?
If I want you to read it, I will tell you to read it. Did I tell you you can read it? NO. I. DID. NOT.
Note: I may have slight anger issues I need to work out.
I rather not get too in depth about mine.
Let’s just say researching different types of clouds is something I never thought I would do in this lifetime. Or the next.
You see, I would share other things I’ve researched, but I’m sure your imagination is better than mine. Imagine away.
I pity those who don’t attempt NaNoWriMo at least once in their lifetime.
If you haven’t started yet, it’s not too late to pick up a pencil or a pen or any other writing utensil out there.
And if you have written something, you can take pride in the fact that your word count is probably higher than mine.
You work hard your entire lifetime only to become famous after you die.