i have always been a writer, though i've never considered myself a REAL writer. i write commercials and ad campaigns and radio spots and collateral, i name companies, i think of taglines, i also do weird things like make up funny menus for restaurants or research things like the average bull sperm count. in my world, proper grammar is usually optional as long as it sounds snappy. heck, i don't even like to capitalize. so, real writing? not so much.
when people ask what i do or where i work, i am not even sure what to say. if i tell them i am a writer, they get all excited and ask me about my books. then when i further explain that i'm a COPYWRITER, they look kind of confused and a little deflated. they think maybe i write about copy machines or maybe i cheat off of other people's papers. i don't know. but unless you are in advertising, you probably don't know what a copywriter is...the secret reason all copywriters want to be creative directors. when i became one many years ago, i LOVED that title. but deep down, i was still a copywriter.
on the other hand, if i tell them i am in marketing and advertising, they inevitably want me to design them a nice brochure. i can't. no, really. ask bobbi. i can't. i have lots of ideas but no design skills what.so.ever. so when i tell them i'm not a designer, they look kind of confused and a little deflated. i usually end up telling them i'm actually a writer, and we start the whole circle again.
big j recently told his friend's mom that i work at wells fargo. i am wondering if he did that because even he cannot explain what i do, or if he REALLY does think i work there?
anyway. i am eventually going to get to the point here. recently, i have had these flashes of inspiration (i use that term loosely) for REAL BOOKS. not sure why. i have two ideas and have outlined them both on paper. i am not sure how serious i am. but i am willing to listen and play along if God is trying to tell me something.
the most exciting part about thinking i maybe, possibly would write an actual book someday is that i would have a title that requires no explanation! i would be...a writer. period. a real writer. well, i guess you don't get to be a real writer unless someone reads your stuff. i was telling little j about one of my book ideas last night and he kind of glazed over.
good thing i have this job to fall back on, whatever it is. :)

7 Comments:
Real writers capitalize, buddy.
Still want to be one?
Please ask J about Wells Fargo. I'm dying to know the story.
11:40 AM
yay!!!!!!!
i am so excited to hear about the 2nd book - and also that you have put it 'out there' into blogland. it's called dreaming with wings, baby. it will be fun to see where God goes with this.
big j reminds me of my aunt/uncle, who used to say i painted murals for a living. which, as you know, is just shy of being correct ;)
11:45 AM
Interesting, ya you need to captitalize, maybe. Oh and not say "Ya" I think I just wrote that here and and one of my replies to Karen.
6:23 PM
YES. :-)
Sorry for getting distracted by the lack of capitalization and Wells Fargo. Please tell us about the books.
12:47 PM
for clarification, i use capitals in my work...sheesh. i just choose not to use them here. for fun.
and maybe to drive karen crazy. :)
6:48 AM
um yes. driving karen crazy is definitely part of the fun ;)
12:48 PM
Yes, because Karen isn't crazy enough on her own. Right?
Book. Spill it.
5:39 AM
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