When South Bay Writers was planning its last writing
conference (which was put off because the economy wouldn’t support it, back in
2010) we thought we would build the conference around the theme “Why Do You
Write?” Not a bad idea—and I’ve been asking
myself ever since, “Why do you write?” I
suppose different writers would give different answers to that question.
Some people might write to share ideas and
experiences. We’ve had some peak
experience; or we’ve had an idea that seems to be important and possibly even
original. No one else seems to have
noticed it, so we’d like to spread it around.
Or something has happened to us, and we think a
friend or a relative might be interested in it.
Or we think it’s something important that other people ought to
know. We want to tell them; we try to
explain.
Maybe we hope to improve the world—society, the
nation—again, we try to explain.
Or, more mundanely, we want to become rich, we want
to become famous. We think we can cook
up something entertaining, something enjoyable—and lure people into paying to
enjoy it. We’re hoping to make money.
We may write to give ourselves excitement; or we may
chase adventure in hopes of writing about it and capturing the excitement for
people who, for whatever reason, prefer to remain at home reading rather than
first-hand-experiencing.
Maybe our writing is therapeutic, cathartic. Somehow, it helps us get something unhealthy out
of our system. Perhaps after we’re done,
we’ll arrive at a sense of feeling healed and whole; and never feel the need to
write again.
Maybe we want to leave our family and friends with
something to remember us by, after we’re gone; a consolation, after our death.
Maybe we simply want to understand ourselves better,
or life better, or people better.
So many possibilities! Lately I look at possible projects and
wonder: Which one do I choose?
In spite of propensity to fictionalize, I dwell on
past and possible future experiences:
For example, the holidays coming up.
I think of how I will interact with friends and family during the coming
holiday season. I think of places I’ve
lived or visited; my experiences there; how to describes these things to other
people I know. I think of movies or
books or music that mean something to me, and wonder whether it is possible to
convey the significance these things hold for me. I think of traumas I’ve suffered, and I think
“What is significant? Find the Significant—in the Past, in
Art, wherever. Find the Significant and convey it.
Do it—somehow! Do it!”
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