Why I Write
And Why Everyone Else Thinks I write
I am not trying to get rich.
I am not trying to influence the world.
I am not attempting to be remembered for generations.
I write because I enjoy entertaining others. I always have. When I was a kid, back in my bedroom, I created modules for Dungeons and Dragons, good ones that kept my players engaged. I enjoyed school assignments that involved weird writing, like when we had to “publish” a newspaper from 1760, and I got tapped to write news articles about an altercation at a pub where one of the participants was shot in the left buttock with a flintlock pistol.
That laugh when someone reads the funny little thing I was planning since chapter one, or the sharp intake of breath when they read something with real emotional impact. When someone asks me a question about something I wrote, I eat that shit up!
Here’s the thing, though. Even if someone doesn’t like my writing, that’s good information too. If someone tells me my writing is ass, well, I can learn from that. At least, someone is reading my stuff, and feels strongly enough about it to actually tell me something. Any feedback is good feedback. I see writers all the time who get bent out of shape…
