Welcome to letter "S" in my series "26 Things that Made Me a Writer". Sorry this is so late. What can I say? It's Saturday... and I have been somewhat busy. I do like "S" words, as you may surmise from my blog title, for the sibilant sounds... OK, I'll stop and get into today's subject.
It's the second time in as many days that I've changed my mind on what to write about at the last minute. I was slightly putting off writing the original idea because I felt it was pretty similar to a post I read not long ago. Then it hit me... us writers are a secretive bunch, aren't we?
I think pretty much every one of us relishes the chance to escape from humdrum life into a world that's of our own making, stories and ideas that belong to us and no one else. Certainly I enjoy walking down the street and past people that have no idea of what's going on in my head.
And of course this is a paradox because at the same time I want to share exactly that, in fact desperately wish at times that other people were as immersed in it as I. But I think of those people as a general, somewhat faceless public and not necessarily those I see on a daily basis. Even if I was published I'd like to keep my anonymity as I'd feel embarrassed walking around as some kind of celebrity. I wouldn't want to stand out.
I feel awkward just talking about my work to those that know me well. On the blog it's a bit different as I'm amongst those whom I consider my peers. But it's still a very scary feeling for me to share anything.
So, do you think of your work as a secret? How do you think this would change if you were published? If you are published, I'd love to know your opinion. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!