Skip to main content

Ten Types of Writers

Hi guys!

So yeah. I'm back. *ducks to avoid rotten tomatoes being thrown* Sorry for being so late! In my defence, I got sick about a day after Christmas and still haven't fully recovered. Also, I kept forgetting until it was too late. But I'm back now!

I know you all thought you were finally free from my inane rambling, but no! You'll never be free.

So happy new year everyone! Please ignore that we're a few weeks into the year already. I hope it's been going well for you all so far. Today we're going to be discussing the Ten Types of Writers.

Some might say that you can't tie down a group of people to ten types, but those people are wrong. And I am right. Because I know everything. Ha*.

On we go.

*Shush, and let me have my delusions, okay.

Ten Types of Writers


This one is those nerds who plan every single detail. They do all their research ahead of time. They have shiny graphs and notebooks all neatly written. Unplanned stories give them anxiety. They probably colour-coordinate everything. Nerds.


This one is the pantser. Named because they treat their story like the Wild West. A mystery, where anything could happen and they're just along for the ride. It does have the downside of having characters randomly drop dead and honestly, the likelihood of finding gold is even lower than during the Gold Rush, but dang it, they're going to try!


This is the one who starts on a story. And writes a chapter. Then starts thinking about mutant sharks. Then starts thinking about a story involving mutant sharks. Then starts thinking about how much more fun it would be to write about mutant sharks than whatever the heck they were just writing about. They might fight their urges for another chapter. Then they give in and write about mutant sharks.

But...a chapter into writing about mutant sharks...they get an idea for murderous ballerinas...and the cycle repeats.


This is the one who has November marked as busy all year around. They thrive off the challenge, off the Word Wars, off the caffeine-driven writing sprees, off the grey hairs they're getting. They probably completed NaNoWriMo once and now insist on upping the ante every time they do it. Fifty thousand words? Pfft, that's nothing. Try a hundred thousand words. And on it goes.

They're probably going to die young. But at least they'll have written a whole lot when they do.


This one is just....inhuman. They write faster than most people think. You blink and they have another book written. Those words might be ninety-percent nonsense, but they're words, dang it. We all dream of being them. We are not them.

Give us your wisdom, oh Road Runner. Please.


The opposite to the Road-Runner. They started a book when they were eight and now they're eighty. They're just reaching the midpoint. But those words are good words. Probably. They'll at least somewhat make sense. Maybe.


Oh procrastination. We do love you so.

This one is the one who will literally do anything but sit down and write. They'll sit through Where The Wild Things Are. They'll badly breakdance in front of strangers. They'll break down and cry, hiding in a cupboard. Anything but actually writing.

They're a mess to be honest but at least they're trying, okay?


No one is safe. This writer takes a machete to their characters with gleeful laughter and/or broken sobs. Getting attached to one of their characters is a dangerous game. You are almost certainly going to get your heart broken.

But they're almost certainly destroying their own soul while doing it, so at least you can take comfort in that.


This one is a little like the 'Oooh, shiny' one, except they never abandon a project. They just add projects on. It's a point of pride, you see. They think wistfully back to the days when they were happy and free and only had ten projects on the go. 

But they'll never be free. Anytime they finish a project, they celebrate by letting themselves add another five projects onto their pile. They're crying. 


This one basically treats writing as if they're part of MI6. Nobody can know anything. If you hear any details, they'll have to kill you. They probably write at midnight just in case anyone looks over their shoulder and catches - le gasp - a character name

They've probably committed murder in real life. Avoid them at all costs. 

And that's the ten types of writers! I'd say I'm a mix of the multi-tasker and the mass murderer. 

What about you? Which type would you say you are? Tell me down in the comments.


  1. Nice List! If I were one of the types, I'd really be a cross between several of them.
    I don't know yet for sure, though I do know I am definitely not a Mass Murderer type. At least not yet lol. Which one do you think you would be?

    1. Probably the multi-tasker or the mass-murderer. But I have bits of all of them to be honest. Thanks for commenting.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Problem with Christian Fiction

So I have a secret to spill.

I really don’t like most so-called ‘Christian’ fiction.

There. I said it. In fact, I outright hate a lot of it. Not all, there are quite a few hidden gems. In fact, I’d be happy to recommend some, if you want. **coughcough**cslewis**coughcough**

But as a general rule, I do not like books marketed as Christian fiction. In fact, I don’t like the idea of a ‘Christian’ genre, period.

I used to like them, when I was younger. But, as I got older, I started feeling more and more…dissatisfied, I guess you could say. I finished them and I ended up feeling…meh. Not strongly at all.

And I wasn’t sure why.

After all, they were the sort of books that, as a Christian, I should enjoy. I should finish them and feel strengthened as a believer, come out feeling more ready to live for Christ.

But I didn’t.

And it was actually kind of upsetting to realise. I felt like I was a bad Christian because I came out of them feeling empty, instead of emotional and excited.

And I start…

Beautiful Books: Ghosts, Doughnuts and Other Related Things

So my last blogpost was a serious one where I was kind of just ranting about Feelings™ and I had no chill. But this week we’re back to me being an idiot with gifs, so I’m happy! I say with gifs, but Blogger won't insert them, so we're gifless for this week, sadly. So just me being an idiot. I'm sure that's exactly the same.
I haven’t posted since January (except for last week and I didn’t feel like I could ramble about this in that post) and that’s because I’m the worst. But I did have my reasons and originally I didn’t intend to start back at blogging until I had quite a few posts written and ready. That didn’t happen ‘cause of the last post which my mum made me post.

But anyway, I am back now, so hopefully everything should go sort of smoothly. Once again, I shall aim at getting a post out every week, though it’ll be Saturdays from now on, but I am not making promises, because that basically dares me to forget. So you can expect regular posts, but don’t expect too h…