So You Really Want To Know?
"So what do you write?"
"Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
"Yeah, go ahead, I'm curious."
"Well, okay then... I write whatever pops into my head. Dark, sweet, fluffy, romantic, historical, modern, fantastical, realistic... full-length novels, short stories, and poetry all."
"I don't understand why I wouldn't want to hear about that. What's your most recent project?"
"Um... I've been working on a series of fantasy adventure novels lately. There's a little bit of romance, too, but they're also a bit dark. If you let me tell you the details, though, we'll be here all night."
"That sounds really cool. Maybe you can tell me later? Are your stories always a bit of everything?"
"Yeah, usually. My brain is so chaotic that I usually end up mixing the genres around a bit. No, a lot."
"So if you had to describe your writing, what would you say?"
I pause. "My writing is the contents of my brain transcribed onto paper. My writing is the focused description and explanation of portions of the universe that exists inside my brain. My writing is how I word-vomit characters and places and scenes and plot-lines and impossibly complicated, tangled relationships and abstract concepts into some form that other people can maybe understand.
"My writing is also my therapy. It's how I evict all of the nightmares and negative things and crazy-person rants, usually as poetry that makes me want to cry at my own negativity when I read it again later.
"My writing keeps me sane even as the process of forming new worlds and meeting new characters and adding more planets and concepts drives me toward insanity from trying to keep all of it safe. My writing is the ultimate culmination of everything I've read and everything I've built in my mind and all of my desires to share it.
"My writing is my world. I survive in the real world, but I live in my writing."
He stares. "Wow. That's..."
"Are you regretting having asked?"
"Nope. I don't know if I could survive in your writing, but can I maybe live in your head?"