Just another #wpad blog challenge post.
Picking up from yesterday, i.e. the question “what do I write” and my answer “my writing is all over the place”. Actually, my writing reflects my life. “All over the place” is a pretty good way to describe me. Many skills and talents, if you’ll forgive me for singing my own praise, a somewhat chequered career, starting new projects all the time. But what I realize more and more, especially in a currently rather difficult personal situation with too much illness in my close family, is that whatever I do, whatever new thing I try, I always return to my writing. It demands my attention, and in return it gives me comfort. Being with other writers – due to my location usually only virtually, thank goodness for online writing communities! – makes me feel good and “fulfilled”, more than that: it makes me feel this is where I belong.
Sure, I want others to read my stories. But it’s not for fame – on the contrary, I often think that if I ever get published, I may want to use a pen name. (Partly that’s because I am a bit of a coward and want to be spared scathing or worse, noncommittal reviews – or anger from people who recognize themselves in my fictional characters!) No, it’s for the sake of sharing my stories, hoping that they will offer my readers a few hours of escape into a different world. I want to entertain – and what’s wrong with a bit of panem et circenses?
Speaking of escape, that is another big reason why I write. I escape into my own stories. I create characters I would like to meet. They have adventures I would like to have. They live in worlds I would like to live in (well, usually at least, and if they don’t, they still make something worthwhile out of it). They do what I don’t dare do.
Another “why” is my love for words and language. A well-crafted phrase, a poetic image, an unusual and/or quirky expression will paint a big smile on my face when I read them – Shakespeare does it all the time – and I love those rare moments when I come up with a little gem of my own.
But above all, when I write, I can get lost. Writing can make me happy. Writing offers me friendship and understanding, from my fictional characters and from fellow writers.
Writing is where I belong.