Two or three days away from Tumblr, and it’s annoying the crap out of me
Things I Need to Become a Real Writer
A comfy, dumpy robe to work and pout around in.
A smoking habit
A drinking habit
A wonderful desk
And endless supply of kick-ass notebooks (Personally I’m extremely fond of these.)
Time enough at last
I’m only being half-serioius.
And a good story to tell. You’re probably gonna want that more than all the rest of this stuff combined.
Oh I got that. I got good stories falling out of my butt. Well, at least one. Hopefully. I just need stuff to let it land on, then a desk to spread it out over, and the time to straighten it out.
In about two weeks I’ll find out if I got chosen to have someone make sure I make the time to do all that, and then tell me how crap it is and how to fix it. Here’s hoping!
(Honestly, I believe you don’t neeeed anything to be a writer besides the will to do it and follow-through. It’s easy to see how people get caught up in the artifacts of their writing-religions, though.)