There are so many things we can do with our time. Why do so many of us decide to spend a large amount of time writing?
For the first thirty years of my life, I thought I was the only one who thought like I did. That was a lonely existence.
It was with great distaste that I went to my first adult book store. The place reeked of disinfectant they used to swab out the peep show booths. (Maybe the thought of that awful smell is one reason why I fill my stories with perfume references?) Just to get into the store you had to run a gauntlet of whores asking if you wouldn’t rather “have the real thing.”
The first stories I purchased were in dreary magazines with tawdry ads for unthinkable products. Most of the stories left me cold because they contained themes that I did not appreciate.
Yet . . . the process opened my mind to the revelation that there were many others like me.
In the 1990s I found online stories, which eventually led me to Fictionmania and Storysite. After reading nearly every story I could find, I came to the conclusion that if I wanted to read a really good story -- that met my particular needs -- I was going to have to write it. After several years of posting on FM and Storysite, I wrote Baseball Annie and subsequently was asked by Erin to participate in Big Closet. I soon realized it was the place I felt most at home.
There are many BC writers who are more talented than I am. Even though they’re more talented, none of them can write a story that I will enjoy as much as a story I craft for my own interests. (I’m not as narcissistic as the person we’ve elected president, but I’m within striking distance.) I often read my old stories because they’re like old friends who remind me of where I’ve been.
I write because:
1.) I want to escape
2.) It’s a rewarding challenge
3.) I want to learn about myself and others like me
4.) I need to be entertained and others need to be entertained
5.) It’s important to me to express myself and to have the attention of others
6.) It’s one way I can provoke change
How about you? Why do you write?