Putting a Why in Write
By Allison Winn Scotch | December 13, 2007 |
I’ve been feeling a little existential lately – probably has something to do with watching my kids grow up and realizing that I’m smack in the middle of full-fledged adulthood, even though I can’t believe that it’s so – and I’ve been dancing around with the question of why I write and why I’ve chosen this career. In many ways, I feel like this career chose me actually: I’d always been a “writer,” and through high school and college, teachers and professors suggested that I pursue it more seriously, but I never gave their comments much credence. After all, who on earth gets paid to write??? It seemed completely absurd. But, as good fortune would have it, after trying on several different professional hats, writing gigs slowly made their way to me, and over time, I was able to build a successful freelance PR and copy writing business that I then transitioned to magazine work. And from there, came fiction.
But I’ve digressed. As I said, I’ve been bouncing around with this question: why do I write? And I haven’t come to a simple answer. I’m not the primary breadwinner in my household, and if I decided to be a full-time mom, that would be okay with my husband, and yet, I choose not to. I choose to write. It is very much a choice. So, then, why?
Part of it, I suppose, is what I just said, I choose to have a career. Being with my kids 24/7, as much as I think they’re rock stars, would make me categorically insane. And writing, especially from home, beats the hell out of 99% of other career choices. I mean, how lucky am I to sit around in my sweats all day and craft characters or magazine articles or what not, and still spend time with my kids, and still be my own boss and plan my day as I see fit? Seriously, I’m so very lucky. So yes, there’s that. There’s also the fact that I enjoy it: I love swirling characters and plots and dialogue around in my brain, and when I craft a good scene or a good chapter, I feel good about myself. And as a mother who is always hoping to bolster her children’s self-esteem and impart a healthy sense of self, I know that this can’t be underestimated: doing your job well and appreciating it (and being appreciated for it) arms you with confidence that carries over to other areas of your life.
What else? A lot of people will say that even if they are never published, they’d still write. I suppose that this is true – writing helps soothe some sort of inner-life of mine. But let’s be honest, for so many of us, getting published is a huge victory or goal – (Maybe it’s validation of our efforts? I’m not sure…) – and a good many of us write toward that goal. Of someday seeing our names in a book store or of flipping through a magazine and finding our byline. Writing in and of itself is undoubtedly good for the psyche (numerous studies have proven this to be true), but still, a lot of us, myself included, enjoy the fact that someone else might be reading (and reaping) our efforts. And, to that end, one of the things that I’ve found most gratifying about the writing process is how my words and stories can touch and help and heal others. Words connect us all, and that, certainly, is part of the reason that I write.
I’m still wresting with this concept, the intricacies of the glory of being published and the aspirations to keep honing my craft and what all of that means. Maybe next year, I’ll have an entirely different take and answer. But tell me, why do you write? If there were never a chance of publication, would you still write in the same way that you do now? Would you keep attempting to draft a perfect novel, even if it meant that it were for your eyes only?
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Hi Allison,
Take a look at my blog post, “Why Do You Write?” at
https://writersedgeinfo.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-you-write.html where I talk with author David Morrell about this very subject. He says all writers write because of a personal trauma that needs to be resolved. What do you think?
Writing makes me happy. I love the moment when the disparate threads that sort of sounded like they might kind of make a good story possibly suddenly come together and you say, a-HA, that’s what I meant to do! I love the feeling of knowing a character so well that you can make him come alive on the page. Of course I love the godlike feeling of being the architect of a world.
I would have to write, even if there was no hope. But hope keeps me going, and there’s just something about maybe seeing your name in print that will push me to finish something and get the submissions started.
I write for the same reason I eat: to keep alive. I’m addicted to whatever zip the creative process gives to people, and when I’m not writing I feel really crappy.
I always feel more alive after I’ve written. Even when I know I’ve cobbled some stinker of a scene, I feel a calm that comes with creation.
So that’s why I write.
I guess I’m with the rest of you–I’d need a 12 step program to quit!
When I teach writing classes, that’s the question I put to everyone: Why? The answer changes not only with each individual but also over time. When I was a kid I made up stories to try to make sense of the “real” world and to entertain myself.
When I was in medical school I wrote as a way to release the stress and envision a hopeful new world (I wrote alot of SFF then)
Then I turned to crime fiction after my internship when one of my fellow interns was murdered. And I was right back to where I’d started, trying to make sense of the world, only this time I wanted more. I wanted to change the world–even if it was only my fictional world.
Now that I’m finally (finally!) going to be published (LIFELINES, Berkley, March 2008) I’m still writing for the same reasons but now there’s that added and wonderful advantage of getting feedback from an audience.
And like Kathleen said, it does make you feel alive!
Here’s a thing. I don’t want to get a publishing deal.
Ever.
A published writer who’s a friend of mind thinks I’m nuts, but I don’t want locked into the pressure of deadlines and OMG will my book sell? What if it doesn’t?
I don’t want to write because I have to, I want to write because i have to.
I’ve got a website, my stuff is there should anyone want to read it. If they like it, great. But I’m fine with the idea that people don’t. It wasn’t written for them, it was written for me and me liking it is all the accolade I need.
I’ve already got a career and I’m bloody good at it and I help lots of people, so i guess it’s where God wants me to be.
But writing? is what I do for me
Why write? Like others, I suffer from the disease of believing I have something to say. :)