Let’s Talk with Diane A.S. Stuckart

Ticket to Write
By Diane A.S. Stuckart

A few years back, a car accident happened right in front of me while I was on my way to work. After the police got things under control, they asked me to fill out a witness report. And so I took the clipboard the responding officer handed me and started writing.

About ten minutes later, he came back for the report, only for me to explain that I was still working on it. He returned to what he was doing, and I kept writing. Another ten minutes passed, and the cop reappeared, tapping at my car window.

“Ma’am, are you done yet?”

“Sorry, “I said as I finished scribbling my concluding sentence and handed over the clipboard. “I’m a writer.”

I’ve thought a lot about what it’s like to “be” a particular something 24/7/365. For example, many years ago I taught yoga. Even when I wasn’t leading a class, I felt I had to keep that mindful spirit constantly about me.

It wasn’t always easy, particularly when I got cited one morning for rolling through a stop sign. Worse, I ended up in ticket school a couple of weeks later with one of my yoga students. Embarrassing!

Of course, “being” a doctor or a lawyer or a cop like that poor man waiting on my report is quite a bit different from being a writer. For one thing, we don’t have a badge or stethoscope or an official piece of paper proclaiming our profession. But we know who we are, and it’s a blessing and a curse.

On the one hand, we can write a heartfelt thank you note or a letter of congratulations sure to please. On the other, we might agonize over those four or five lines for an hour or more before we’re satisfied. Same thing with emails. And excuse notes to teachers. And so on. We don’t dare simply dash off a few words and be done with it, because someone will read them…and, we’re sure, judge them.

Just so you know, these 400-odd words have been on my computer screen for most of the day. I have tweaked and deleted and added to this blog entry numerous times. At this point, I need to send it on, so I have finally declared The End. But when it’s posted here, I’ll see something I wish I had changed, and I’ll agonize over it once again.

Because, sorry, I’m a writer.

So, do you have hobby or a profession that you feel you must live up to at all times?