For the last five years, I have concentrated on writing full-time. I've released one new major work of non-fiction, published two new novels, an anthology of three novellas and re-launched three earlier works. All that represents massive emotional and financial commitment, time and sheer hard work.
It is legitimate to ask, if it is all worth it?
But, you may ask, do I find so emotionally satisfying about writing? Why do I write?
I've tried to analyze this before and I've come up with lots of reasons: to learn, to teach, to share, to entertain, even to pray because I believe that my writing is inspired and when I write I am communicating with the divine.
Yet, the simplest answer is that it gives
me an opportunity to be more than I physically am. Writing enables me
to go beyond the constraints of my body. Through my characters, I can become a
better human being, a stronger, more generous, more courageous, or more loving person. My characters are my better self and through them I can envisage a better world. My writing inspires me to go on living.
I can't think of a better reason to write.
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