It Is What It Is... Forum Writing...

There are many reasons why writers are here at the cafe.  I am very curious to see the answers to my following question....

Why do we write?  Do we write for the readers, or do we write for ourselves making it that much more valueable to the reader?

I know that were I to not write, my pulse would be no more...and I would just wither away.  I have sent out very few read requests of late.  I am very thankful to have the abilility to write ... and when someone stumbles upon my writing, I am thankful that I was able to catch the readers attention.

Please take some time...and share your thoughts....I value all of you.

Susi

Why do I write? Because I have to. Because it is me. Because people don't understand what I am doing. I need to tell them and show them and explain to them.

My family don't understand why I write. They think writing or drawing is a total and utter waste of time and effort. Why do you do it? You cannot earn any money and why think you are good when you cannot even hang a door or cut a mortice? Or fix a car? These things are important they say. Not walking around with your head in the clouds, thinking.

What difference will you make to the world? They ask. If you cannot decorate a room or cut a straight line with a saw? You are seen as less than human these days if you try to be creative. Technology has obviously become the new aesthetic and woe betide anyone who thinks that Technology and Creativity should go hand in hand. And a Civilisation that does not understand this basic truth is dying very quickly. That is why I write. That is why I paint and that is why I try to change minds. Because I, meaning me, meaning the person that I am has to breathe the words.

I know what you mean.  My siblings understand completely this necessity that I have to write, however it is my loved ones....meaning my children and ... i don't know what to call him... that do not understand.

I used to sit with a pad and pen waiting for the words to come, and now?  They come to me without solicitation.  I sit here at the screen of my computer and the words just flow.  I am not a painter with colors or brushes, but I am a painter of emotions and words.

Tel est l'état critique d'un auteur qui désire non seulement, mais vit pour peindre par les mots.  (Such is the plight of a writer who not only desires but lives to paint by words.)

The harsh words and judgements eased a bit once my book was published, however, like you, Ken, I still am constantly placed under the microscope everytime I sit to write.  "Why are you writing that?!"  "What is THAT supposed to mean?!" etc...etc....

I sit and write anyway...for to not, would mean that I am ready for death to take me...and quite simply put, I have too much to write for him to take me now.