A écririen is someone who believes himself a writer. Or who wants to be. Here: desire. A verb, not action. It stops there: no realization on the part of écririen. A écririen, then that person, rather than to start writing now, he said: "When I am retired, I'm a writer! ". Synonym: an idiot. A coward. A show-off. But it's also someone (and I do, I think) who knows have a certain talent and have already proved, but which is not always (or even not often) inhabited by the urgency to write, and that result does not write. "It becomes a writer by writing that" we always told my teacher ( I have already mentioned, but what do you, we too will the fact is that many times in class). So it is not writing that one becomes écririen, I added here to support my scholarly definition.
Do not take my inaction literary and creative for a lack of good will! Every day, I dragged my bag in a very nice malleable blue book, whose cover rubber covered with little hearts and blue pages devoid of boring lines have everything to please the aspiring writer. That is certainly something to give a good kick in the ass écririen in me, I said to myself by paying the few dollars required. My romantic mind had said, then surely the inspiration hit harder (bang!) if I blithely scribbled pages azure rather than typing on a keyboard stupidly cold and white screen by setting a sizzling (for exaggeration example, the screen of my mac is really all there is more stable and sexy).
But precisely, this blue book everything tidy which was to come my hello, it scared me. As if I was unworthy to sully my inking uncertain. That fact that I deliberately defaced, want to make it look less new, less ... arrogant. It was, in a sense, the expected result: I do not feel bad to write nonsense. Predictable but unfortunate consequence: I am writing, in fact, nonsense. Thus, imagining, ashamed of the toes to ears, reread my lines clumsy, I write more. This summer, I am a écririen chip. I'm a "writing vain."
