I didn’t know there were perks to being a writer until “UnHoly Pursuit: The Devil on My Trail” hit the markets last December. I had started to noticed who had read it, who had had it read to them, and who had heard about it but hadn’t read it from people’s facial expressions.
I had started to noticed little things like allowing me to cut in line at the store. The first time some one did this. I wasn’t sure if they were talking to me so I looked behind to see who were they talking to but no one was behind me.
Little perks like receiving extra and complimentary dishes in restaurants might startle you at first. The first time a waitress brought me a chocolate souffle I hadn’t ordered I politely informed her that I didn’t order it. She smiled and said, “It was a compliment of the chef.” Actually, I had no idea who the chef was. LOL!
I went to the kitchen and thanked her after dinner. She appreciated I used her occupation as one of the main character’s many occupations.
Things like I’m not asked for the exact change when making a purchase. Let’s say I’m a few cents off. Normally, I had to scour the bottom of my purse to find the change but lately some clerks has been dismissing the few cents off. This was taking some getting used to.
One day I had gone to the Post Office to mail off a package. The postal clerk didn’t like it very much that others let me cut in front of them. My being cute and a writer didn’t impress her. That was ok. I didn’t mind the wait. I wish mechanics knew that so they wouldn’t still charge me a zillion bucks to fix a simple problem.
I had to laugh when some one picked up a T-shirt in a department store the other day that read: “Watch it! Or you will end up dying horribly in my next novel.” I laughed because that never crossed my mind.
So those of you are thinking of quitting. Yes, it is a long hard road but don’t let things discourage you. Just keep writing for the little perks if nothing else. It means that someone is reading your writings. If only one person reads it that’s better than it gathering dust in your closet. 🙂