There was a time, even quite recently, I thought I would love to marry a writer. They are scholarly and deep thinkers.
Then my brain actually started thinking. Am I nuts? I am a writer, why would I want to marry a writer? I’m crazy enough without adding to the mix. Can you imagine how cluttered and unorganized a house must be with two dreamers in the mix? I can, and I shudder to think about it.
I’m cluttered and unorganized enough for more than one. I have this insane filing system that does not work, yet I still can’t figure out a better one. Keeping notes is more of a matter of any loose scrap of paper that happens to be lying about. It just really can be scary at times.
And dreamers/writers are easily distracted. Trust me. I know that I have a form of ADD. There can’t be anything else to explain it.
However, knowing all of this, there is a magical quality to a writer…….