That mindset makes normally sane people do crazy things.
Case and point: During spring break in college, as a favor, I coxed* a boat of burly guys. When they lifted the crew scull out of the water and up over their heads, a heavy wooden seat fell out of the boat, clunked me on the head, and dropped into the slimy lake water. My first reaction (of course) was to jump into the water and dive down to rescue the seat.
I was bleeding from my head. See? Dumbass. Stuff.
Every sport seems to have that crazy kind of badge of honor. Right now, I'm training for a sprint triathlon, and a trainer told me that "real triathletes don't wear socks." We all laughed, because we understood it. It's that weird, in-the-know thing for that particular sport. Of course real triathletes don't wear socks. Have you ever gotten out of the water, sprinted to your sneakers and bike, and stopped to try to put socks on your sandy, wet feet? It would kill your transition. :)
Writers are no different.
We all have those ways to explain to the outside world (or to ourselves) how tough writing is, and how hardcore we actually are, as writers.
Real writers write 50k in November. (Oh, we're off to a controversial start!)
Real writers kill their darlings. (Painful!)
Real writers wallpaper their office with their rejection letters. (Beautiful decor.)
Real writers measure how long it takes to write a book in years, not days. (Sigh.)
Real writers aren't afraid to put their work out there. (Bigger sigh.)
Real writers meet blog friends irl, no matter how introverted they might pretend to be. :)
|Kristen, Sarah, Madison, Matt, and Kelly|
|Anna, her better half Ray (my 8-yr-old's new best friend) and Chelsey|
And, real writers poke giant lizards in the eye.
|Kristen and Matt|
|Anna. 'Nuff said.|
Real writers know how to have a good time. :)
|Me, Anna, Kristen, Madi, Matt, Sarah, and Chelsey|
|Matt, Anna (looking remarkably serious), Chelsey, and Madison|
Aren't those great pics? Don't you feel like you were there?
Anyway--what's your writing badge of honor? What's your equivalent to not wearing socks?
*Coxswains are people whose job is to yell. They yell all sorts of motivating stuff at rowers to make them row until they puke and their hands bleed. And coxswains steer the boat. I never learned how to steer. It was a bit of a bummer for everyone involved.