While reading Memoirs
by Tennessee Williams, I came across this passage:
What is it
like being a writer? I would say it is like being free.
I know
that some writers aren’t free, they are professionally employed, which is quite
a different thing.
Professionally,
they are probably better writers in the conventional sense of “better.” They
have an ear to the ground of bestseller demands: they please their publishers
and presumably their public as well.
But they
are not free and so they are not what I regard a true writer as being.
To be free
is to have achieved your life.
It means
any number of freedoms.
It means
the freedom to stop when you please, to go where and when you please, it means
to be a voyager here and there, one who flees many hotels, sad or happy,
without obstruction and without much regret.
It means
the freedom of being. And someone has wisely observed, if you can’t be
yourself, what’s the point of being anything at all?
I think there is much more to being a writer than what Mr.
Williams pens here (at least a good writer), but if this is a valid definition of
a writer, then I am, unquestionably, a writer. I fit this description
perfectly. I am a voyager loose upon the world, who travels four to six months
each year, loving each place I stay and having no regrets when I depart for the
next destination. And I craft my stories in my voice the way I damn well want,
giving little thought to publishers or audience. If nothing else, I have
achieved that freedom in my life, and I wouldn’t give it up for a NY Times bestseller, a Pulitzer Prize, or an Oscar.