In 1999 when I was an assistant in a law firm library I told a coworker: “I want to win a Pulitzer.”
She responded: “You have to write a book first.” In a tone that seemed mocking or incredulous that I could do this.
We shall see what happens.
I’ve known ever since I was seven years old that I wanted to be a writer.
Ever since I was only five years old I had been bullied by the neighborhood kids and the kids in school.
Coincidence? I think it’s not a coincidence that I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since I was only seven years old.
Run out and buy this book: Jennifer Weiner’s memoir Hungry Heart.
In it, the New York Times bestselling author boldly asserts that it’s the freaks of the world, the ones from f*cked-up homes, the outcasts, who are destined to become great writers.
Jennifer Weiner was strong enough to row on a crew team at Princeton University.
Yet all through her life before achieving this Ivy League feat the other kids and teens called her fat.
I’m engrossed in Hungry Heart totally. I”m going to continue reading it at the speed of light.
Easily nine years ago I’d go on Jennifer Weiner’s author website. I’ve revisited the website today. Her advice to aspiring authors is some of the greatest advice you’ll ever read for free.
Writers, click your pens and get writing. Those of us who are writers write because we must. We write because to not write we’d have a breakdown of the soul.
I stand in solidarity with Jennifer Weiner. Go on her website and read the articles she’s written for the New York Times on women and body issues.
Years ago–too long ago to count–I logged on to Match.com for about five minutes and quickly logged off.
The featured profile on the homepage of that dating website was that of a guy who wrote in these exact words:
“I won’t date a fat woman.” No kidding he used the word fat.
As soon as I saw that I refused to join Match.com.
That’s interesting, right, considering that I fit into a size 2 Petite not a 14 or a 3X?
I urge you to buy and read the book Hungry Heart.
Jennifer Weiner is anti-MFA. Like I do, she knows that if you’re a writer you don’t need to spend all your time in a classroom learning to write.
Those of us who are writers will do our editing of a manuscript on a crowded New York City bus we’re lucky to get a seat on.
We’ll write in a notebook on the subway, or at a table in a public library, or at any number of indie coffee shops in our neighborhood.
We scope out the layout of the living room dining room area when we want to buy a co-op or rent an apartment to verify there’s room for a desk and a file cabinet.
I’ve been remiss in blogging here because yes indeed I’ve started writing a third novel. This is the one I want to publish first within three years.
Jennifer Weiner tells it like it is.
I tell you this:
There is something about being bullied, about being called fat, about being an outsider in the Popularity Contest of Life that endows a person with great writing talent.
I’ve been listening to alternative music ever since I was in high school–long before I was a disc jockey on the FM radio.
I tell you this also:
I’ll go to my grave–a 90-year old woman–listening to the Beastie Boys.
Thirty years after my disc jockey career ended I’m still listening to alternative music.
Thirty years after having a breakdown I stand in solidarity with those of us who are outsiders–who don’t fit in–whose difference threatens to mark us with an externally-inflicted stigmata.
Listen up loyal blog readers:
You have nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about because you have a diagnosis of SZ or whatever challenge you have in life.
Let’s refuse to be hurt when a dude tells a potential lover he won’t date a fat woman.
Would he then divorce a skinny woman who gained 10 pounds because she was no longer desirable?
Think about this. Think long and hard before you submit to feeling guilty or ashamed because of who you are.