It has never been easy being a writer

BUT, HONEY, I’M A WRITER

Honey, I long chose this career of daydreamers; a career so exacting, so slippery.

Forgive me when you find on paper some of the things we say and do. Everyone around me is my resource and I can’t help picking this and that. So please stop the “Na nisikupate umeandika hii” comments.

Bear with me when you find me aloof and unwilling to talk to you. Trust me; I am always having issues with the characters in the stories I write: Sometimes I am lost thinking what best I should do to a character –- let them continue being rude? Kill them? Make them pregnant? Infect them with some disease? So, you might find me boring at times.

When I shall have written something that no critic will like, please be there to comfort me. An artist is like any fashion icon trying out a new clothing item; (s)he never knows how the masses will receive it.  

When I come home complaining about editors who have spiked my work, please offer me a shoulder to cry on. Be there to assure me that rejections are part of the deal and always remind me of that story of a tree and its seeds -- a tree produces thousands of seeds but only a few manage to germinate into other trees. So is a writer and the articles he writes.

Above all, dear, be the first to read my writings and to correct them. I trust you to spot the mistakes that the speed of my muse makes me overlook.