Chocolate, vodka and drama queens

If anyone knows me (real well) I don’t really have to define the title. My favorite food, drink, and a general definition of how I can sometimes be 😉

I was analyzing in all my over caffeinated glory this morning upon getting ready for work, that writers are by nature drama queens (closeted, or not) and it’s just how we roll.

If we didn’t live for the drama, didn’t feel what we feel with such force, we would make terrible writers. But there’s a downside- the drama! Drama creates drama, and that’s not always a good thing. It takes some major self control, at times. But it can be done.

This being the big indication of why writers are so misunderstood. We’re quiet, and brooding, and moody, and we sit in little corners at our desks in our own little world typing away from sun up to sunset. Right? No. Actually, we’re quite fantastic, even more so when we’re drunk. (Omit that last sentence. Note to self: remove during final blog edit.)

We’re not quiet by any means, you just can’t hear us come up with our plots and schemes and how you may or may not play in to it, hahaha. Like my sister’s shirt says “Be careful or you might end up in my next novel” (Or something similar to that, it’s late, I’m not going to raid her closet to find the exact quote.)

We may be brooding and sometimes moody, but again, that’s just because of how forcefully we feel our emotions. We’re looked at in a negative light, and that makes me unhappy. When I tell someone I am a writer, they think of me as how I described above. But if I were to say, for instance, I was a playwright (which I am not, tried it, can’t do it with any kind of entertainment value. Snooze.) they would think “oh she’s quirky and dramatic and fun, she writes plays!” A playwright and novelist are not much different, however.

But I do express my emotions sometimes with more exuberance than I mean to, and a big part of that also comes from being a musician (that little tidbit might explain some more about my alcohol-related comments. Writers tend to go for the warmer and darker drinks such as amaretto, scotch, bourbon, etc. Musicians like it fermented.)

At work people can typically understand my mood by whether I am singing to myself (happy) talking to myself (stressed) singing and talking (happy and stressed) or bitching to myself (trying not to say anything TO anyone I’ll regret). They genuinely worry if I am saying nothing, and will ask me if I am ok. So also, please, refrain from thinking writers are quiet in general. Because even if it doesn’t always come out our mouths, plenty is building up in our minds and eventually it will come out.

Here are a couple things to remember if you should ever come across or meet a writer: There’s a good chance we’ll say what we really think at some point, whether we feel the need to forewarn you or not. 2. We may over dramatize, as stated previously- we are by nature drama queens. 3. Our feelings are over abundant at times but REAL… so please respect them!

… or you might end up in our next novel.

-Stacey

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2 responses to “Chocolate, vodka and drama queens

  1. Tamara

    Love this! Thanks. Your writing has convinced me… I’m a closet drunkard too!! ha. No, wait… that’s not quite right, is it?! Joking. I can especially relate to the “over abundant… but real feelings.” Sums me up to a tee.

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