“I don't think, generally speaking, people become writers because they were the really good, really cool, attractive kid in class. I'll be honest. This is our revenge for people who were much better looking and more popular than us. I was a bit like that, I suppose.”
The reason the popular, attractive kids almost never grow up to become writers is because they get to live out there fantasy everyday. They get to score the winning touchdown during the big game. They are the ones that become the Homecoming Queen. And they are the ones that went to prom as freshman as the date of one of the hottest seniors in the school.
Those of us that become writers only got to dream about doing such things. We use to sit in class gazing upon the most beautiful girl (or handsomest guy) in school and daydream what it would be like if we got the chance to go out on one date with her.
While the popular kids got to do, all we got to do was dream.
Somewhere along the line we decided to take our thoughts and write them down. We played around with the wording. Changed the names of people involved; just in case someone else saw our writing they would not laugh at our audacity of thinking we could ever date the head cheerleader. And we may have set our thought in back drops of our own creation. Instead of events always taking place in high school, we might just set them in a spaceship in search of a new home planet because the Earth had been destroyed.
For the popular kids everyday life was the ultimate fantasy. For the rest of us we had to get by with what life handed us. But for a select few of us we dared to dream of what might have been. We took those thoughts and wrote them down. We breathed life into them and made them come to life. Our fantasies lived through us.