Because we must, Gentle Reader. Because we feel ill without it.
When we are not writing, we think about writing. When we write, we plan what else we will say.
We dream in scripts and novels and essays.
We laugh as if reading it on a page (“ha ha ha,” “hee hee,” “hrmph”).
We grump when someone criticizes our work, but we cannot stand it when someone does not criticize our work.
We crave feedback, good and critical. We want the recognition and the demand to Do Better, Always.
We remind ourselves that writer’s block is a form of writing, because if we don’t, we see nothing but darkness.
Blogging is writing, we remind ourselves. Writing is writing is writing.
As Hamlet said, nothing more or less in the world than “Words, words, words.”
What is writing to you, Friend?
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Avi Steinberg said that “we write because we are constantly discontented with almost everything, and need to use words to rearrange it, all of it, and set the record straight.” Do you think that’s a little too pessimistic? 😛
I think it’s gorgeous and just the right amount of pessimism. Or, as I tell my students, writers are all raging egotism, coupled with crippling social anxiety. “Love me! Just don’t look at me!”
Or is that just me?? 🙂
Cheers,
Amy