Why do I write?
The answer isn’t complicated. I have stories I want to tell. People I want to create. Adventures I want to live.
It’s sounds simple enough.
That’s the twist. It isn’t, at least, not for me. I have confessed my many problems. I hate to torture people.
I am a member of the local Romance Writers of America chapter. I remember a meeting we had a guest was in attendance. She introduced herself and explained she had aspirations of becoming a writer. She said she thought she’d start writing romance novels because they would be an easy starting point to launch her career.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am a kind person, and tend to go out of my way to make people feel comfortable. But, on that day, her words caught me off guard. I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. That reaction set off a chain of responses. The poor thing. Bless her heart, that’s code for “what an idiot.” She was wrong.
The woman in question didn’t join the chapter and to my knowledge never wrote the great American novel.
I don’t think there is an “easy” genre out there. Storytelling is a calling.
Crafting characters readers care about takes skill. Plotting a book’s intricate twists and turns take skill. Bringing all those elements together take skill. But sometimes skill isn’t enough.
I’ve known writers who have walked away due to frustration with and the industry. They abandoned their dreams of publication.
Maybe I should have given up, reassessed my dreams, but this is part of me I want to share. I want others to see the world through my special lens. I want them to come with me on the journey. I want to bring them an escape from their everyday lives.
Why do you write?