A Writer's Life

[Paul Whybrow]

This New Yorker article made me smile, as I recognised myself in many of the traits of what it means to be a writer:

The Writer | The New Yorker

I particularly related to, 'The lines blur between the Writer and the characters he creates on the page. At times, he is unsure where his life stops and theirs begins.'

I sometimes wonder whether my characters are haunting me—or am I haunting them, by blundering onto the pages of the story I'm creating to direct their actions? We follow one another around, that's for sure.

 

[Katie-Ellen]

In my father's house are many mansions. JOHN 14:2

Now, I am no church goer but I think that's a profound poetic truth.

'We're all of us haunted and haunting.'

Well said Chuck

 

[Amber]

It seems to me the author was pointing out the pretension of 'The Writer' who says things to themselves like:

The lines blur between the Writer and the characters he creates on the page. At times, he is unsure where his life stops and theirs begins.

 

[Katie-Ellen]

He's taking the mick, that's for sure. That's one insufferable portrait he's painting, and probably only too true to life in many cases.