The Struggling Writer Trope That’s Too Sexy Not to Divulge
You’re a terrible writer.
No money. Your apartment has 3 eviction notices stapled to the front door.
You can’t even afford a damned coffee for writing in a cafe.
But somehow, it screams sex appeal.
Maybe it’s the aesthetic of it all. You’re a writer. An academic — someone who holds creativity and intelligence beyond us mere mortal beings.
Desperation.
Could that be it? The fact you’d be willing to do anything to see the next dime come from your writing. You’d rather be homeless and unemployed, but still call yourself a writer…why?
Gender in this case doesn’t matter. They’re all attractive — no matter your sexuality. The three day depressed stubble or the half-starved female writer. Whichever it is — somehow it’s…
…alluring?
I recently read Colleen Hoover’s new book — well i’m not sure it’s new anymore — Verity. No spoilers here, but essentially it depicts a struggling writer who gets an attractive offer to finish a huge authors series after they tragically fall ill and can’t complete it.
She had eviction notices on her front door.
