I went to get a haircut today. If this sounds like a girly story, bear with me please.
The hairdresser asked me what I do for a living. I bravely answered, “I am writer.”
He looked at me sideways, smiled and said, “We’re all the same. Magicians, hairdressers, and writers.” He stood, stooping and cutting away, fingers stinking of stale cigarette smoke, and I thought, a character is born. And, maybe a post 🙂
I thought about this the whole drive home. Is it the way we can take a perspective and skew it? Or, is it the illusion that we can create? Perhaps it is both, and possibly they are both the same thing in the end.
“You’re young and creative – an artist. Your hair should be funky, messy.” It is funny how many cliches there are behind writers. The insane, manic one. The professor. The introvert. I recently heard a bestselling author (I forget who, and am breaking the rule of never quote someone you don’t remember), state that he began writing because he was British, and tall, and skinny, and wore glasses, and he needed some way to ‘get the girl’. Perhaps this is the illusion – this character simile. Is being a writer different from any other type of career? I suppose for me, the answer lies with this: writing does not feel like work.
I was disconcerted ever so slightly at being categorized with those who alter reality. As a writer, I strive to show it in a different way, ultimately illuminating human traits through tales and characters that are otherwise masked in our daily lives. But then, I realized that in their own way, magicians and hairdressers can do the same.