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| Only Forward Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: Dumfries & Galloway
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| Re: What Makes A Writer Write? I think I go with Stylus - an idea will rattle around in my head and then sometimes come surging up from the (collective) subconcious in a greatly expanded form that I struggle to make real. I don't have to write, and the biggest spur tends to be non-fiction irritation - as in 'that was just plain wrong!' - but those outbursts are easily contained and eventually ignored. Hence my never-written tract on WW2 strategic incompetance... |
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| resident pedantissimo | Re: What Makes A Writer Write? I really don't know what makes me write. It's obvious I have no burning need for it; I went forty years without writing anything before ending up in this place, and starting again. My day job suits me well, and gives plenty of outlet for whatever meagre creative impulses I might suffer from. As you can tell from my critiquing, my tendencies run more towards proof reading than story telling. Certainly I enjoy creating universes; who doesn't? But I'm incapable of interesting the general public in any idea I might have. Which doesn't stop me writing, in restaurants, busses and aeroplanes, in the blank times while a computer is rendering graphics, in my head (complete with dialogue and punctuation) when I don't have a notepad available… Even if I suspect the world might be a better place with one good proofreader than a mediocre writer, I have no intention of stopping. |
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| Senior Member | Re: What Makes A Writer Write? Ten years ago I wanted to see if I could actually write a novel. I did. I then wrote four more, because the first one, though a good story, was technically crap. Each one was an improvement. I learned how to handle a plot, characters and the spelling/grammar was a hell of a lot better. Four years ago I wondered if I could get one of these novels published. This resulted in a lot of rejections, re-writes and general banging of the head against a brickwall. This time last year agents started to express interest in my work. One actually offered to represent me, and I have signed with them. Since then I have edited, re-written and polished two novels way into the dark hours, when my eye sockets were burning ![]() So why do I write? To begin with to see if I could. From now on, because it will be my job, (hopefully) and for the first time I will be doing something I love, rather than something I have to do, to earn a crust. |
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| Actum pro novus diem | Re: What Makes A Writer Write? Quote:
Go on then ![]() I feel it only fair I share why I write. I write as a release from this world and all the problems here. To make the ones I love immortal and most importantly...I'm a dreamer. | |
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| Registered User Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: United Kingdom
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| Re: What Makes A Writer Write? I would say for me its the aspect of escapism which wets my appetite to write. Where normal day to day life can seem to just pale in comparison to worlds you can create within your mind. Sometimes, its like an itch on your back that you can never seem to get rid of. I just get the impulse to scribble pen to paper, its just a force of creation. As with most creative people in whatever field they are in i.e. sculptors, artists, painters - you just can't pinpoint the reason as to why do what you do. Ideas can come from anywhere and at anytime. I've found myself scrabbling for a pen in the queue at WH Smiths just to jot down that line or passage of writing, before it is lost in the continuum of subconscious thought..... |
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| Registered User Join Date: May 2007 Location: Milton Keynes
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| Re: What Makes A Writer Write? Why do we write? Jeez ... This question often escapes my internal dialogue and instigates a battle that awakens my motor functions. But I fight back, refusing to believe that a busy social life would make me less ‘boring’ and more ‘sociable’. And after each victorious battle (perhaps loss to those who don’t understand), I trek farther into dream-world. I often find myself lost there, and creating a way to move forward ... but I never travel alone. The people there are my closest friends, and some are my worst enemies, and I care about the choices they make and the things they say. Above all, they’re all needy beggars without a mind of their own. So, being the brow-beaten fellow I am, I let them rule mine. Love-hate ... a story can begin with everything and still end with nothing. It can start with nothing and become everything. Like anything we do, if we do it for long enough, we suffer in some way. |
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