While very few will become as famous or as well known as Stephen King, Dan Brown or JK Rowlings, that does not stop of from us writing. I would imagine there are millions of us who write. Well at least more than just a few emails or a dear diary entry every day.
My definition of a writer is someone who just can’t help themselves and has to record something in words every day. Whether it be part of a large project such as a novel or non-fiction work, or perhaps a regular blog or article writing. The other definition would have to be that you do not earn a fixed or regular income from your passion. Perhaps you may be lucky and sell some of your books, but at the end of the day it is a labour of love.
So why do we do it? For me it is quite simple I suppose. I write primarily for my own enjoyment and personal expression. Not being guided by anyone else, I write as I want, in a style I like or feel like experimenting with and am free to choose my subject matter. Another reason would have to be that I have aways wanted to be an artist, but my paintings and drawings were crap, so I had to find another outlet.
Do I write only for my myself? No, not at all. I certainly want people to read what I write, but I am not driven by having to please a certain market segment. I write to entertain, inform, provoke and hopefully express an idea worthy of more than two seconds of superficial thought. But I don’t write with an initial sense of wanting to please or pander to a certain reader group. Read here vampires for instance. Just can’t do it.
So in the end, my writing is the same as so many others. A passion and ingrained daily habit. There remains of the course the extremely minimal chance of being ‘discovered’ (should I have written exploited instead?), and becoming an ‘overnight success’ after thirty years of hard work. But that really is in the realms of winning the lottery, therefore on we plod. Pen (keyboard) and passion hand in hand.