I understand - in a small way - what it is like to come out of the closet.
I say that because I feel like I have to continually come out of the closet and say, "Hey, wait, I'm a writer." You'd think after all the writing I've done that this wouldn't be some extraordinary revelation. And yet it is.
So here I am again, loud, proud, and unable to rhyme.
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Rhyming is a writers' way
Of distracting us from form and tense
And thereby carrying the day
When the words he chooses make no sense.
Erato, muse of charlatans!
Pindar, patron saint!
David, Psalmist, king and man!
Idolatry, the poet's taint!
Bring us promises of reason,
Bring us hope in hope's due time.
Give a care in every season.
But, Sir, I beg, don't make it rhyme.
Mothballs are kind of addictive, aren't they?
Do you ever fear rejection, verbal abuse or physical attack when doing so?
No?
Then you have no idea.
lol!
But how did your family react?
Oh no, not a writer! Maybe you are just going through a phase. There's a job fair for ex-writers, maybe you need some help to make you normal again.
What about your friends?
It's ok John, we have plenty of writer friends. Oh I would have never guessed you are one of those. You don't seem the type.
Your Church?
We love all children of God, even if they are writers, as long as they don't act on it.
Coming out as a writer sure is...hard? ;-)
Coming out of the closet is a courageous act.
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