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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Why I Write.

Not so many days ago I wrote about why I'm not writing and today I am going to talk about why I Write. Why do I torture myself with the attempts? A few things pop into my head immediately but I am going to limit this to a Top 5 because... while I don't believe I will "win" Nano this year [insert AWWWWs here] I feel that I "won" because it's the end of the month and I am consciously making time and effort toward writing.
For me that's winning.

1. It's what I've always wanted to do.
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to write. Stories appeal to me. I don't even know when it started. The first book I truly remember reading that "spoke" to me was Little House in the Big Woods which I read in one day when I was in 2nd grade (I think). I went back and got the next book. And so on
The first attempts at writing that I remember were first an adaptation of A Christmas Carol (6th grade). Not sure what happened with that but I know it was a school thing. The next thing I remember writing is a sequel to a random book from a series The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew (by 8th grade). I think it was a book I must have read over and over because I remember weird details (like how the mom would hide pennies for the duster-child to find, thus they received their payment for a job well done--brilliant idea!)... 
Where was I?
Oh, right. The sequel. It was a romance. Of course. My one True Love, True Love

2. I can't stop the ideas.
I dream them. I see someone and create a character. Sometimes someone else tells me a dream or an experience and I think, You can't make this stuff up! The women are strong. The men are Alpha-males (my favorite... have you met Superman?). The sub-characters are awesome. The only thing is I cannot tell a story to save my life. I am a horrible joke teller... but apparently I can write. 

3. I can write.
There is no essay test I haven't aced. It's true. I know how to write. I've been told I comma splice and sentence fragment but... whatever. If there is an essay involved, I am guaranteed a good grade. I figured that out early on and that's how I passed World History in high school. English was always my favorite subject and maybe not grammar and punctuation but the reading? Wow. Love. LOVE love!

4. I love stories.
Movies, TV, radio, magazines, books, the backs of cereal boxes... yep. I love them. I love stories. I love analyzing them. I love commenting. I love characters and settings and suspense and mystery. Love stories. I love Love Stories! For a while I did not believe in love but then I met Superman. He is absolutely the love of my life. I know I'm lucky (blessed) to have found him. I did not think I would. For a little while, after we were first married, I couldn't read my Romances because they paled in comparison to my own life. It's true! So what better story to tell than that of True Love? 

5. I want Women to believe in themselves, to love themselves and believe they are worthy of True Love.
I don't care if that sounds corny, it's the truth. I know many women that do not believe in love. Maybe they were thwarted, maybe they just never found it, maybe they just believe they aren't worthy of a Superman. I don't know, what I do know is that Women Rock and they don't know it.
I don't consider myself a feminist in the traditional sense (Femi-Nazi--beh!) but I think Women need other Women to lead the way to self discovery. I think Women don't tap into their true power and allow themselves to Be all they can Be. I have worked very hard to be ME and it's amazing. I want to share that with as many people (women and those who love women) as possible. 
That's why I write this blog. That's why I want to write Women's fiction or Romance.
Because Women need people like me to guide them to the truth. Or at least entertain them and give them hope.

Thank you to London Mabel who mentioned Brene' Brown.

So... that's why. FYI.

1 comment:

  1. those all sound like really good reasons to keep going!


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