Revolution is not my name
So, when 47 Echo came out, I took the day off work. Shocking, I know, but I had friends in town and a party in MeatSpace to prepare for, so I made it a long weekend. One of my work buddies IMed me to let me know that my office (which is kind of huge) had put the book up on the lobby slides, which was an insanely nice thing for them to do.
When I came back to work the next day, I couldn’t tell you how many people came up to me and said “I didn’t know you wrote books,” or “I didn’t know you were a writer,” or some variation on that particular theme. And my first thought was, “well, no, of course you wouldn’t.” I mean, how would they?
This might be a tad surprising, as we’re drawing in on 100 entries on this blog, but I don’t talk about myself much out in the real world. When I’m at work, I mainly talk about work things. When I’m out with people, I mainly talk about whatever they’re talking about, and I listen to how they talk. This doesn’t seem at all strange to me, but apparently it’s not the norm for people who write.
Several people I know have told me that most writers bring up their book, or the thing they’re working on, or some story idea they had that they’re totally going to write when they have the time. And they talk about it a lot, in situations that have nothing to do with it at all. I don’t get that. I’d much rather write in my own space, in my own head, and not even mention it until it’s done (unless I need to pick someone’s brain for info). Then, when it comes out, I’m totally open to answering questions about it, but I’m not going to bring up the subject, especially not at work.
Is that just me? Or am I an oddity here? (I mean, I am odd, but on this particular issue, I mean.)