People who create worlds populated by imaginary people are just a tad different. That’s what makes writers so fascinating, or at least that’s what I like to think. Others may agree, disagree, or hold their thoughts on the subject. The latter is the wisest choice in my household.
Those of us who write speculative fiction enjoy a special reputation for eccentricity, even among other writers. For those who spend their creative time in enchanted forests, alternate universes, and dystopian futures, it comes with the territory. Given this, I do my best to act normal although I’m never quite sure what normal actually is. It seems a flickering will-o’-the-wisp, ready at my approach to lead me deeper into the bog of social expectations.
Define normal. I dare you.
I grew up telling stories, some of which got me in trouble. (At least until I learned to distinguish fiction from fibbing.) I was rarely bored. All it took to entertain me was a writing implement and a piece of paper or a window to stare through. Even a blank wall could become a blank canvas to be painted with mental images. Given this, it’s possibly understandable that the characters I invented took on minds of their own, even argued with me over plot details.
In my defense, I’ll state that other writers report a similar phenomenon.
I tend to forget just how unusual a writer’s life can seem to the uninitiated. Take the time when I carried my cup of coffee onto the porch while working out details of a plot with my husband through the screen door. A nice couple passed on the sidewalk, staring at me with baffling interest until I realized that from their perspective I’d been sitting on the porch talking to myself about elves.
For a long time I wouldn’t admit to anyone I knew that I wrote. I’d learned long ago that making such an outrageous statement brought attention that made my painfully shy, introverted self wish to disappear.
Thankfully, I’ve outgrown my shyness, but I would still rather keep my identity as a novelist on a need-to-know basis in real life. It’s simpler that way. But for the public person that I now am, being a private person is becoming more challenging.
I may have to settle for “fascinating.”
Janalyn Voigt‘s unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and fantasy creates worlds of beauty and danger for readers. Beginning with DawnSinger, her epic fantasy series, Tales of Faeraven, carries the reader into a land only imagined in dreams. Click here to find Janalyn’s books on Amazon,or click here to find Janalyn’s books on Barnes & Noble.
Janalyn also writes western romance novels, and will publish in that genre under Janalyn Irene Voigt. She serves as a literary judge for several national contests and is an active book reviewer.
When she’s not writing, Janalyn loves to find adventures in the great outdoors.