Apoorva 
A writer is an artist. Though every artist is pretty unique in their own ways, there’re certain things that happen when you’re a writer.
Not long ago, I went into my shell, and it just so happened that now I’m habitual of working alone at home. Every person that comes into my room thinks that it is necessary to feel sorry for me as I work alone all day. And there I’m, just thinking, “God, this is awesome!”
However, sometimes I have to leave my cosy room and be part of the world. Being a writer, when I’m in a public place, I tend to observe people. It’s just so much fun. Besides, it’s material. A few days back, I saw a guy with his girlfriend during my commute to the office. They were taking several wild mushrooms, which I guessed they might’ve taken from some garden. They were planning to cook and eat them. Umm… Hey strangers! If you’re reading this, they are inedible. I didn’t tell you this in person; I was not much into knowing what subjects you were talking about but was observing how you were speaking. No, that’s not creepy!
You notice what others might not.
From the sly looks to the tiniest brush of hands, you notice the detail that is even slightly out of place. Through your inborn Sherlock senses, you capture such things and wonder about them. When you’re a writer, you’re skilled to be in tune and observant in ways that others cannot. For instance, some people tend to talk super fast whereas others pause a lot between phrases and sentences. Humans and their speech patterns fascinate you.
You feel being a writer can be both a gift and a curse.
Being good with words and able to transform anything into a story surely comes in handy. Especially when you’ve decided to make a living from it. However, you also have all the typical ailments of the writing life, from writer’s block to having self-doubt and most importantly, wondering if you’d ever truly make it. There’s a lot to deal with and can wear yourself to a shadow at times.
People consider you shy and quiet.
And you actually are kind of quiet. But what else could be expected of you? You might’ve spent your childhood and adolescence daydreaming in classes, imagining and writing stories in your head. A substantial part of your life comprises observing others and ensuring that you understand the world and society adequately to write about them.
You’re too direct and honest at times.
Although you’re a nice person, it’s just that as a writer, you have plenty of opinions – on a lot of varied subjects. And, sometimes, expressing your strongly-worded twopence worth to others, that too when perhaps you should’ve stayed silent, doesn’t go well with them. Later, you might’ve thought, “What’s the point of having opinions if you can’t vent them?”
You turn into a hermit.
Writing often turns you into a solitary hermit. You don’t meet your friends. Your family complains you’ve kind of abandoned them. Meantime, you’re in your workspace, agilely typing your first draft and grieving the fact that it sounds rubbish.
For the sake of interacting with the outside world, you can head to a nearby park or a coffee shop, since there you can look like you’re social, while sitting in a corner… with headphones on.
Just like any other type of art, writing is pleasure and pain at the same time. A lot of sacrifices are involved, but ultimately it’s all more worth it.