This post is part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG), an inspiring blog hop for writers of all kinds. For more details go to the main sign-up page, and make sure to drop by a few blogs while you’re there.
The co-hosts for the November edition of the IWSG are Jemi Fraser, Kim Lajevardi, L G Keltner, Tyrean Martinson and Rachna Chhabria. Make sure you head over to see these guys and share some IWSG love!
Each month the IWSG posts a question that can be used in the next blog post, as a guide for sharing thoughts and advice to fellow writers. This month the question is:
Albert Camus once said, “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” Flannery O’Conner said, “I write to discover what I know.” Authors across time and distance have had many reasons to write. Why do you write what you write?
Before I go ahead and answer this question, I’d just like to send my apologies to the fabulous IWSG team. Over the last few months I’ve been trying to get back into good blogging habits, posting more regularly and engaging with you lovely lot. I’ve added myself back on the IWSG sign-up list twice but, due to a severe lack of posting, my blog has been removed, and rightly so. I appreciate the purpose of this here blog hop and it’s a waste of people’s precious time to visit blogs that regularly fail to post anything that contributes.
I’m definitely one for perseverance though, so here I am again, adding my blog back on the list and I am contributing 🎉 Long may it continue …
As far as the question goes, I write what I write because otherwise the stories just get stuck in my head. Sometimes it’s just a snippet of something that sits and burrows its way into my subconscious, and other times there’s more of a story and flow, with characters making progress and actually getting somewhere. If I don’t take the time to write it out, it gets stuck in my mind like a broken record, continually going around in a loop until it’s let out and space is made for the next one.
I imagine the answer to this questions is similar for all of us. Yes, it’s nice to have appreciation for our art and maybe, just maybe, some financial reward. But this isn’t the sole reason for writing, at least not for me. I’ve got notebooks and computer space filled with writing that I’ve never shown to anyone. They’re just for me right now, but I’m sure that they’ll see the light of day eventually.
How about you? Why do you write what you write?