Being a Writer Again

I read Blue Like Jazz a few weeks ago. It was a pretty good read. A lot of it was boring and trying-too-hard-to-be-funny, but some of it was helpful. One segment I absolutely LOVED.

The author, Donald Miller, is, obviously, a writer. In chapter 16, he perfectly puts into words what it feels like to be one.

"Writers don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don't work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck's book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man's stupid words. And for this, as I said before, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more."

I laughed out loud for like five minutes straight. He pretty much summed it up right there.

~Stephanie