My Writer’s Journal
What I learned about writing and myself today.
Today I thought a lot about people.
I write about them so it only makes sense, right?
I have to admit, because I’m a writer I’ll throw a word or a story out in my day to day conversations just to see how people will react.
For example, when drop it on my Political friends that I write and keep an active blog they’ll ask,
“Really? I didn’t know that.” They will look a little nervous. Their mouth will twitch in this horrible way where it looks like tiny little hooks are trying to relax their lips in an effort to look calm, cool, at ease.
” What do you write about?”
Then they let out a little jagged breath and look relaxed.
I’m not so sure WHY they do, but they do.
I mean a good idea is a good idea and there’s no saying where they’ll come from.
A couple of days ago I went to a function where at least four people I knew didn’t recognize me.
I haven’t seen them for awhile, but it’s only been a few years since I saw them last.
It was pretty awful.
I walk up and say hi and I got this weird, ” Who the heck are you ” looks.
When three of them realized it was me, they said things like ” Oh, I didn’t recognize you without your glasses.”
I use to think it was lame that nobody recognized that Superman was Clark Kent and all that put them off were his glasses. But I guess it’s possible.
The fourth person was honest. She looked me up and down and said, ” My God, your hair is short, it’s blond and … and…you look … I mean…honestly you don’t look the same at all.”
I was pretty shook up.
If you think it’s great to look into the faces of people you know and they have no idea who you are ( even if the changes are ones you’re ok with) it’s not.
I felt like a ghost or something. It was unnerving. I didn’t like it a bit.