Nothing makes my skin crawl more than going somewhere and running into some random person who thinks that they have my next big idea. Now mostly I don’t have a lot of things that irritate me, but I’m human and far from being a saint so I do get annoyed at times with people and other things.
So here’s the thing, just because I am a writer, doesn’t mean I’ll write anything for anyone at anytime. Sigh. I hate working on resumes. I’m everyone’s go to for anything that needs to be written and people never give me the right information. Sometimes I spend a few hours researching their life, their job descriptions or whatever materials I need to do the task. It’s like getting a homework assignment.
Here’s another thing, I’m happy to help my friends with the occasional ride to the store or emergency babysitting, but when I’m expected to leap into action at a moment’s notice…yeah, that’s a problem. Double sigh, As a writer it’s never easy to find that time during the in-betweens of life to write. Chores pile up, dinner needs to be made, the dogs need to be fed, I work a day job eight hours a day and need to sleep for at least eight hours a night to function. So yes in my four hours of possible me time in-between all that, I’m dying to help you do your chores.
And of course there’s more… I cringe listening to people tell me ‘you should write about me.’ If your life is that compelling:
Write about it yourself.
Find someone who writes non-fiction.
I do not write non-fiction.
I wince when something horrible happens to me and someone says ‘you should put that in your next book.’ Tell me something I haven’t heard a million times before.
I get annoyed when people who have obviously never read my book want me to struggle along in this one sided conversation about the book. A book that they have no intention to ever read. If you don’t give a shit about my work, stop forcing me to pretend you give a shit. You think I can’t tell? I can.
I get irritated when someone says writing fan fiction is stupid, yet turns around and talks about how great Fifty Shades of Grey was. I’m not even gonna go there.
I can relate to the doctor at the dinner party. You know the one, that guy everyone goes up to with questions like: ‘what does this look like to you,’ ‘if I do this, why does this hurt,’ ‘I have a cough and it hurts when I breathe am I dying?’
So there it is… just a few pet peeves. Like I said I don’t have a lot of things that irritate me, but I’m human and far from being a saint so sometimes… I rant.