Why I Write
Jan. 22nd, 2016 11:00 amI want to experience a sense of freedom and flight.
Nope. I'm not saying that this doesn't happen, but if I wanted to enter a state of flow I would drink and play video games.
I have something to say.
Nope. Even if we weren't all idiot children shrieking into an uncaring void, I still don't think I would have anything meaningful to contribute to the human race.
I don't want to write things, I want to read them.
This is absolutely the case. Every time I start a story it's because there's something I want to read but can't find. That being said, I wish it weren't me who had to write the thing I'm looking for. When I was working on the Zelda novel over the summer, I would read the existing chapters while being like, This is a great story, someone should really finish it.
I am a whore for attention.
Yes, quite. It used to be that concerns over readership didn't enter into my writing, but community was important. I have since given up on community and would like to focus on readership. Oddly enough, the one story I gouged out of myself like a tumor and then never went back to read for pleasure is the one that has managed to attract an inordinate amount of readers. I think that, before I move forward, I need to sit down and edit it. If that's what people know and remember me by, then at very least it should be something that doesn't make me want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
Nope. I'm not saying that this doesn't happen, but if I wanted to enter a state of flow I would drink and play video games.
I have something to say.
Nope. Even if we weren't all idiot children shrieking into an uncaring void, I still don't think I would have anything meaningful to contribute to the human race.
I don't want to write things, I want to read them.
This is absolutely the case. Every time I start a story it's because there's something I want to read but can't find. That being said, I wish it weren't me who had to write the thing I'm looking for. When I was working on the Zelda novel over the summer, I would read the existing chapters while being like, This is a great story, someone should really finish it.
I am a whore for attention.
Yes, quite. It used to be that concerns over readership didn't enter into my writing, but community was important. I have since given up on community and would like to focus on readership. Oddly enough, the one story I gouged out of myself like a tumor and then never went back to read for pleasure is the one that has managed to attract an inordinate amount of readers. I think that, before I move forward, I need to sit down and edit it. If that's what people know and remember me by, then at very least it should be something that doesn't make me want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.