“What kind of a writer are you?”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You know…what kind of stuff do you write?”
“Oh, you mean, what genre do I write?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Do you write horror or sci-fi or romance, that sort of thing. Or maybe you write steam-punk or alien romance. You know.”
“I think I get it. Well, I just consider myself a writer. I just put words down. I never really thought about a genre.”
“Oh. Well, do you have aliens?”
“Uh, yes, there’s an alien guy, but it’s not really about the alien aspect.”
“But there’s an alien, so it’s sci-fi. What about scary stuff. Any scary stuff?”
“Sure, there are some scary parts. You see, my main guy…”
“Yes, the alien. His name’s Charlie, and there’s a party at his house one night, and…”
“…and he goes full-out alien and eats everyone, right? Then we have sci-fi/horror. Like the movie, Alien. ‘Cept you’ll need to change his name. You can’t have an alien people-muncher named Charlie. Any love interests in your book?”
“What? Wait, you’re confusing me. I just write what I like. I’m not at all sure how it’ll evolve yet. There are scary parts, but it’s not a horror story, actually. And Charlie is interested in…”
“Hold it, I’ve got it now. Yeah, he’s interested in an Earth woman. Or perhaps a guy. Then we can have all kinds of cross-threaded sexual relationships. Maybe Charlie is both Charlie and Charlene? Or something else entirely different. Now you’re really getting out there.”
“No, you’re not listening. Charlie just happens to come from another planet. He’s trying to fit in as best he can as a software engineer, and…”
“Yeah, there ya go! And he reprograms all Earth’s defense systems so his fleet of alien spacecraft can attack, right? Bestseller material, man. Oh, wait, gotta go. Late for an appointment. I’ll be looking for the movie.”
As The Writer’s friend takes off The Writer thinks to himself, “Huh! Guess I’m writing a sci-fi/horror/romance/soft-core porn/alien attack book. And I thought I was just telling a story.”
This short parable has been brought to you by The Authors. It is not meant to imply anything. Or perhaps it does. The Authors simply apply the paint on the canvas in broad brush strokes. It is up to you to interpret.
I’d be interested in hearing your comments.
Here's a link to a friend of ours. It deals with writer stuff, too. Check it out, please. I think you'll like it. It's called Smack Dab in the Middle.
Keep writing, friends.