There are many valid reasons for becoming a writer.
- The fame
- The glory
- The big bucks
And all three of those are lies. All of them don’t involve money. I feel like starving helps with my art.
Here are some reasons I am a writer:
- The stories in my head will slowly drive me mad until I write them down.
- I’m a reader and when I read I think of the perfect ending to that book… that the author doesn’t take. It would have been tragic and beautiful. But no. Happy ending.
- I read so much that stories just manifest in my brain ready to go.
- I dream fantasy fiction and it inspires me to write that world
- I daydream about stories and I flesh them out, they need to be written.
- Pure escapism, man.
- I need money, but I am not in it for the money, because marketing is hard and time-consuming.
- I’m actually in it for me. All the wonderful worlds and characters I create. I am driven to write about them. If people like it? Warm fuzzies. I lot it when people also love the world I created. But it starts with me, just writing what I am driven to write.
- I think fantastical things. I create worlds. And characters and plots. My brain wants to explore them.
- I write because it is like a compulsion. I can’t stop. I am addicted to it.
We all have our reasons for becoming a writer. But I wonder if any of them or really true. It is more like writing became me. It just happened at a young age that I had these stories floating around my head. And I wanted to get them out and grow them. I was compelled to become a writer.
I started writing when I was 12. I remember it well. Made a novel of 100 pages. Typed on a word processor. No fame. No glory. No big bucks. Just me and my imagination. It likely sucked. But not to me, man, not to me.
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