I’m not sure what triggered me to be so irritated by an known writer’s claim that “as a writer, words are my life.”
Granted, answering every question or prefacing every statement with “As a writer, I…” is already pretentious AF unless you’re doing a signing, workshop, or other event designed to showcase you as a writer. Hint: that probably doesn’t include the entire internet. The entire internet doesn’t revolve around any one person. If it did, it would probably be a porn star. Take THAT, Mia Kalifa, you goddess.
But I digress.
Are words really the life of a writer? There are very few professions that let a person get by without using words. Even if you don’t work with or for any other people, you still need words. Words are how we say pretty much everything. Everyone uses them, though with varying degrees of style, flair, importance, or effectiveness.
What about words? Surely there’s more to writing than words?
Shouldn’t stories, or at least ideas be the “life of a writer?” Obviously, it’s none of my business how people regard their own craft (if they even call writing a craft–not everyone does). But after hearing someone make that statement, I can’t stop thinking about what the “life” of a “writer” actually requires.