So on my twitter account and just about anywhere, I’ve signed up to a whole bunch of stuff trying to give me writing tips, offer sage advice, and just general inspiration. Many of these general inspiration quotes relate as to “why” the writer is writing. Such as in one quote “I write to show people how amazing things are”. Some of these will even include writing for some self provisioning (while many say to not write for money – got it), maybe even self realization.
Quite honestly, I have no idea why I write. I’ve never sat down to really wonder about the why of it. It’s just something that I enjoy doing. The only reason that I care about making money off of it is because it would be wonderful to quit my day job and be able to write more while still acting like a mature, grown adult.
I do want people to read my stuff and to enjoy it. Perhaps this is just some form of selfishness or self-satisfaction. I’m not really sure. I just think that it goes without saying “if it’s written, it must be read.” That’s just the point of the thing.
I love puzzles and riddles. While I don’t think I’m anywhere near smart enough or clever enough to write a mystery novel, I think the best novels are the ones that make a person think. That moment of a plot twist. What’s the point of me having written a plot twist if there’s no reader to go *gasp*?
It would be wonderful to have people read and enjoy my work but let’s just be brutally honest here. I’m an introvert. 100%. (It’s true, I’ve taken hundreds of personalities tests that say the same thing, and even my shrink when I was 12 years old diagnosed me as an introvert when my mother wondered why I did not play with the other children.) I think of Naomi Novik at ComicCon. Heck, I couldn’t even go to the con without feeling way out of my comfort zone, but it would be nice to chat with people who recognize me. Then I imagine me sitting behind a panel desk having fans ask me questions.
My mental projection of that is a bunch of blank stares and a stuttering thirty year old who will end up puking in the corner.
At the same time, to be perfectly honest, it would be an awesome moment (you know, right before the vomit).
I’m not writing for any message that I wish to convey or because I feel like I want to change the world (though this would be nice). Maybe leave some piece of myself behind. All I want to do is give the world the best fantasy experience they could ever read. To take my reader into my imaginary land and hope they enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed the imaginary lands I’ve gotten lost in.
I’ve read hundreds of fantasy books in my life. I just want to be a part of the club.