Have you ever wondered why writers write? Wouldn’t they rather sit back with a good book and enjoy that?
Well, most writers I know love that too. Many writers however have this collection of stories in their head that scream to get out, just like a painter has an urge to pick up the brushes and create a work of art, or a musician who can’t sleep until the bits of a tune in his or her head have been quieted down on a sheet of music paper.
Of course I only speak for myself when I say that writing helps me relax and think a lot. Events from real life, things of the world, but also silly ideas pop up, and most of them will somehow find their way into a story. Most of them will be disguised that they are beyond recognition for someone who reads the story, but that is part of the fun and joy for me; to stick something that is a problem or an issue for me into a story, without burdening the reader with it. It’s truly like a release of emotions, this story-writing.
And then there is the knowledge that somewhere in this world there are people who simply feel better after reading something I wrote. And in that, I know, I’m not the only one. What more reward can a person have than to do something (s)he likes very much, and in the same effort brighten the day of other people?
Sometimes people ask me where I get the inspiration and the ideas from. Well, for me they are in everything I hear, see and read. And that can be a problem, because that makes that there is a lot to write. Although… problem… as long as I love it, it can’t be a problem. I just need the motivation and the strength to keep doing it, and that is inherent to writing for me, at this moment. In the words of the far too early deceased Sylvia Plath:
“Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”