Why even bother?
While I am finding reasons (with a little help from the map) to avoid posting the three names I sent to Jonathan Freedman for final judging, I thought I would feed the piranha with other stuff that interests me.
Why even bother to write? Multiple reasons, to be sure. According to Victor Villasenor, friend and best-selling author:
“Everyone should write, because the opposite of depression is expression.”
As an exercise for my writing workshops in Prague,I posted this:
“THIS IS IMPORTANT!
But only if you consider YOURSELF important.
At our final meetup–and no shitty excuses, I want you to write a paragraph-more if you would like–about why you write. I have heard all the lame answers (Because I must! or I have no choice!–of COURSE you have a choice).
If you will dig deep and truly explore your motives, I believe you will unleash a torrent of words impervious to writer’s block or prosecrastination.
Here is a great response I received from a young writer in our Prague writers’ group, Lidia Chikhareva, printed here with her consent:
“Why do I write? It’s an interesting question… I don’t know… kidding. I love writing. It’s my passion. It’s my happy place. It’s my everything.
Although I can’t imagine myself not writing, sometimes I stop doing it for a while. And when I do so my world is suddenly grey and I am miserable. It’s like I stop living as well.
It’s just I am not good at sharing my feelings, at expressing myself verbally, but give me a piece of paper and a pen and words start floating. And there is nothing in the world like being in that flow. Suddenly I feel powerful and that I can overcome any challenge that life throws at me. Writing for me is a stress relief, it’s like a pill which I take when I am sick. But it’s also a mean of communication, letting everyone in and letting them know about all the exciting and positive things that have been happening to me.
Someone’s recently mentioned that I am holding back in my writing, but it’s not because I don’t care about it, no, it’s because I am scared what if. What if I am not good enough? What if everyone hates my writing? I am not sure if am able to survive such a heartbreak. But I suppose there is more to it than a simple what if.
I hate this creative part of me. This part, this person, a writer, she is overly sensitive, has meltdowns, suffers from depressions and struggles with addictions. In a way she is a loner. But at the same time, she is caring and understanding. She believes in people and in this world. She is what is good in me and she is what makes me ME and I need her to be whole. And yet I guess I am still learning how to accept her, how to accept myself, how to embrace a write in me.
And they say that with great power comes great responsibility, so maybe I should be quite careful with my writing. A true writer can make a reader smile and cry, can make them think about the things that matter and can make them stronger. But I am not sure if I that is me. And in this case, isn’t writing just a waste of time?
Currently I am having difficulties calling myself a writer. I mean I realize that I shouldn’t give up, that I shouldn’t think what if, but instead I must fight for what is important. I should trust my gut and then one day I will proudly say that I am not only a writer, but a published author. I have to believe in that otherwise my life doesn’t make any sense. No more excuses! It’s about time I took that leap of faith, that is why I wow that from now and on I am not stopping writing not for a day.
So why do I write? Because I love writing. It’s my remedy. It’s my life. It’s my everything.”
So… how about you? While you express yourself in the comments, I’ve got some laundry to do. (Wuss n’ Boots are the creation of Ruth Joyce, kindred spirit and my adoptive niece from Melton Mobray).