This afternoon I was featured at Rebekah's lovely little nook, The World of a Rhoswen White Rose (answer "a" was correct!). She had asked me to write up a guest post for her readers, and I was more than happy to oblige. I've been talking mainly about the hoards of writerly stereotypes and why they are, for the most part, untrue. If you've ever believed that writers are perfect and never struggle in their writing, I suggest you come join me over at Rebekah's blog — you just might change your mind.
To be sure, I'm not exactly the dictionary definition of average. I prefer tea to coffee, pens and notebooks to company, I don't own an iPhone, and I'm not a huge fan of shopping malls. But when people at my tutorial think I (and all authors in general, for that matter) am perfect, I can't help but laugh hysterically. You should see me on the days when I stay up too late watching The Young Victoria and can barely drag myself out of bed. In those circumstances, my mind is consumed with the adorableness of Albert and Victoria, and whether or not I should have some toast with my breakfast. I certainly won't be offering up doses of authorly wisdom at the breakfast table, I assure you.
The average person enjoys the excuse that authors are more than human because it relieves him of any responsibility. If a writer possesses talent far beyond that of a typical human being, there's no hope for the rest of us. Writers are experts — that's why they craft stories so brilliantly. They were born to write literature that takes its reader's breath away, and the rest of us just weren't. Therefore, we can't possibly be expected to produce such wonderful, poetic stories.