
Recently I went for coffee with a friend and among many things, we chatted about how we’re both weird. In my opinion there are two categories of ‘weird’: eccentric-weird and deviant-weird. My friend and I decided that we fall into the former category of eccentric-weird. We’re socially-acceptable weird, the kind that is creative and a bit offbeat, but generally fits in. It also happens that we’re both published authors, and that got me thinking about whether being a weirdo is good for creative writing.
I’ve always been considered a weirdo. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been called weird, and artsy, and a day-dreamer. At school I was often in trouble for doodling pictures of UFOs on my jotters instead of doing my schoolwork and it got so bad at one stage that my parents were called in for a meeting and I was assessed for my literacy and numeracy to see if I needed to go into the special needs class. Only when forced to focus during an on-the-spot test did I finally do the work and at that point my teacher realised that my problem is not with my academic ability, but with the fact that I prefer the world inside my head than the real one. Lol.
Don’t all weirdos feel the same way? We’re the creative minds, the ones who think outside the box. Eccentric weirdos are the makers and doers who come up with new and innovative ways of looking at things. I’ve never been normal; I can’t even pretend to be anything other than weird. In real life I’m a bit ‘marmite’ in that I either attract (some) or repel (quite a few) people; not that I care too much about that.
Yes, it seems to me that being a weirdo helps creative writing. Name me one fiction author who is normal and I think that’ll be a first, ha ha.
