I’ve mentioned here how it has always been my dream to write professionally. However, writing posts for a blog directly conflicts with writing a book, and taking a side in the battle demanded I weigh my motivations for each.
I am distracted easily by things like this, and I ended up zooming out a bit and asking myself:
What makes me want to write?
The easy answer is that I love to write. But it’s also pretty circular.
Without getting too high-school-essay on myself, I wanted to know WHY I write.
It’s not because it’ll make me rich. Novel writing for wealth is like eating Fig Newtons for weight loss; feasible, but probably not ideal. There’s a great article here so I won’t belabor the point, but if you’ve researched making big bucks as a novel writer, you’ll find most have a real job.
It’s also not because it’s easy. Even if you love it, writing is work.
So it’s hard and pays like allowance.
Why do I write?
There is something deeply rewarding in sharing your creation. You’re giving people a glimpse into your world, and if it clicks into place, there is no greater reward. When you can make sense of one another through a blog post, picture or novel, the connection created bypasses all rationale and appeals directly to heart and soul.
I love writing for its power to stir emotion. Evoking a laugh or a tear drives me to perfect the art, to create something that people love. I want you to cry when my characters die and cheer when they win. They are the children of my life experience.
When you love my characters, you love a part of me.
Now that I’ve spilled my guts, it’s your turn.