When You Confess To Being A Writer – 5 Stages #Writers #MondayBlogs

The first time you consciously tell people you are a writer can be daunting. Here is how the build up to this momentous situation can pan out:

Stage One – Questioning Yourself.  This stage is where you start to question yourself. People have been telling you for years that you are ‘wordy’ (i.e. good with words), it feels like you have had your head stuck in a book all of your life and more worryingly there are some imaginary people living inside your head – could you be a writer? Gasp! Instant reaction from you is NO! A writer? Definitely not! On the verge of insanity maybe, with the voices in your head, but not one of those weird writers.

Stage Two – Denial. This is the stage where you try to bury your creative thoughts at the back of your mind and deny that you are a writer. During this stage you will find yourself drawn to blank sheets of paper, notebooks, writing long and elaborate messages in birthday, Christmas, Sympathy and Valentines cards, looking at the book charts, wearing tweed clothing, starting a secret blog and coffee. Even though you will be drawn to all of these things you will constantly be telling yourself that you are NOT a writer.

Stage Three – Doing it in secret. This is the stage where you give in to those creative urges and you find yourself writing in secret. When loved ones are not looking you sneak upstairs and hammer out a few hundred words. It is during this stage that you may set up a  secret blog and start blogging under a different name. The voices in your head are getting louder and you need to do something with them. However you cannot bring yourself to admit to everyone that you are a writer. Instead you write in secret and purchase some tweed outfits which you stash under your bed.

Stage Four – Socialization with others like you. This is the stage where you feel the need to make contact with others who are like you. Before you commit to this creative life you get the urge to meet other like-minded souls. During this stage you will reach out to other writers on blogs, via Twitter and in coffee shops. Meeting another writer for the first time can be quite a powerful experience. There will be a lot of staring, some social media stalking and an emotional outpouring from you. Expect to gush phrases like “oh my goodness you are….like me!” and “do the voices in your head talk to you in the shower too?”

Stage Five – Disclosure. You have been blogging in secret for months, you are half-way through a novel and the voices in your head have turned into fictional characters. It is now time to disclose to the world that you are a writer. You have been worried about people’s reactions and have read some horror stories online. After doing a lot of research on coming out as a writer you finally pluck up the courage to tell your loved one. It is not as bad as you think. Your loved one grunts and carries on watching the sport on TV. You decide to tell a close friend who tells you that you have always been ‘wordy’ so it is no surprise. It is over. You are now a writer. Cue the pride and strong feelings of elation. You race upstairs and retrieve all the items of tweed from under your bed. Squealing with literary excitement you throw on a couple of things to get you in the mood. Sigh!

After a few months of serious writing this emotional revelation will soon feel like a walk in the park..

Have a great day!

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51 thoughts on “When You Confess To Being A Writer – 5 Stages #Writers #MondayBlogs

  1. I’ve been a writer since I knew how to write, so there wasn’t any “coming out” for me. I always knew I was a writer, and everyone always knew I was one. These days it’s considered normal for me to be talking to myself, having voices in my head, drifting off in to my own little world, or randomly announce during a conversation that “that’s a great idea” for my current project, or a future one I’ll work on when I have time. Plus, I think my hubby likes when I get so in to a writing project he hardly sees me, because then he can play his video games in peace. 😉

  2. I feel like I’m missing out… I never “came out” as a writer! My parents always encouraged me to write and paraded me in front of their friends. I don’t generally tell people I write unless asked, so I have no qualms about disclosing it I guess. 🙂

  3. The only thing missing in regards to the tweed is the faux leather patches on the elbows, the pipe, and the studious glasses. Or, am I thinking of a college professor?

  4. I wrote a concept of about 500 words for a story and sent it/handed it to about 15 people some I knew well, some were new acquaintances, mostly women as it turned out. Almost all were intrigued and wanted to read more…at that point I began to tell folk I was writing, set up my blog and started posting. Family aware and reserving judgement until I actually publish something!

  5. Familiar stages which I’ve been through. It surprised some friends but they were all supportive. I think it was last week that I was actually 110% honest with my own mother when I shared that I wanted to be a writer/author and that I was working my way to becoming one someday. It didn’t suprise her at all, apparently, she’s known for a while now. The coming out part is still all knew but fun and liberating. It feels like releasing a secret kept for too long and after you’ve shared it you feel lighter. 🙂

  6. and what about those of us who truly enjoy writing but are not good with words. I’ll just stay in the closet, that’s where I keep my tweed jackets anyway.

    Great post, thanks for the read.

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