I don't know what it is about the words "warm fuzzies," but I feel like they're more appropriately written in ALL CAPS.
So Juliana Brandt has posed the question -- if you have writerly ambitions, do you tell people? If so, how do they react?
Well, for me the answer to the first question is generally "no." For some reason I feel like telling people you want to be a published author is kind of like telling people you want to be a movie star or play for the San Francisco '49ers. Why don't you throw "fairy princess" in there while you're at it?
I've told some friends, and told all you folks out in InternetLand (which is a slightly different crumb cake altogether, wouldn't you agree?), but I tend to keep to myself. Proclaiming a love of reading and/or naps is fine. Proclaiming a love of writing puts you on par with those goth kids from junior high, scribbling away in their spiral notebooks about their secret pain.
But on the rare occasion I have told people, I've received mixed reactions:
Parents, Circa 2005:
Pops: Of course! You know, I can't really see you as a lawyer for the rest of your life.
Mom: But you're still going to law school, right?
Friends, Circa 2006 -- upon reading my second book:
Pauly & Lulu, Anna and Ricky: This is really good! It should be really easy to get published.
(We were so young.)
Siblings, Circa 2007:
Echo: I think you should write more serious stuff. You're not even the funny one in the family.
Charlie: It makes sense. Books are your best friends.
And ... that kind of sums up the revelation tour.
So tell me, folks--what is it about an adult revealing a lofty ambition (screen writing, novelist, poet, actor, model) that makes other adults (even ones who harbor similar ambitions) mentally roll their eyes?