Have you noticed how many movies romanticize the life of the artists–painters and writers?
Like in Last Chance Harvey, Emma Thompson’s character dreams of becoming a writer and living by the sea. She wouldn’t need much, she says. Just a cabin and a lake to bathe in.
Or how about the movie Vicky Cristina Barcelona where they just sit around and gaze at the city drinking a glass of wine for inspiration.
Yeah, right. (I’m so throwing popcorn at this point)
The truth is the writer’s life isn’t easy. Sure, we need to daydream. We need inspiration. At the same time, most of us have day jobs, deadlines and the grit of real life. So that means late nights, early mornings and being inspired while I’m attending a boring faculty meeting (Shh! don’t tell my principal!).
It’s not easy. Not nearly as romantic as the movies make it out to be. But I love it—all those sleepless night, banging my head over my plot and extra cups of coffee included. Because I have a story to tell and I can’t help but telling it.
So, just for fun. Let’s pretend you are rich and you can live, do and write! anywhere you’d like. Where would it be?
Me? I’d have to say I’d bounce between a chateau in the Swiss Alps (fireplace please!) and Santorini. And eat lots of chocolate.