Once you’ve acknowledged that writing for you is not a hobby but compulsory behavior and have actually produced something recognizable as a story—ack! You discover the equally urgent wish to share your creation. It’s part of the whole prioritization thingy that often makes us authors whine—sharing and writing are like two toddlers with one lollipop. Those of you familiar with the “Toddlers Code of Ethics” will understand completely. For those of you who don’t, it starts out “If I want it, it’s mine; if you want it, it’s still mine” and goes downhill from there.
Many writers recognize the dynamic tension between the need to focus on the work itself and the need to share it. Most artists are rather solitary in their habits. When I’m writing I won’t answer the phone or the door. I enjoy being alone during the creative process. However, once the work is finished, I want to share it. I’m not satisfied unless I know someone else is reading it. This desire, I suggest, is not unique to me.
John Denver, in a live concert in 1975, talked about how he “literally ached” to have someone hear his songs. That ache, coupled with the urge to put pen to paper (see Blog #1), is what makes a “real” writer. Writing sappy poetry on the toilet paper roll while astride the ivory throne doesn’t qualify. You have to take that roll and transcribe what you’ve written onto the computer (or real paper), then edit it, then ask someone else to read it.
You may think by “share” I mean an effect similar to converting to the Hare Krishna cult. As in: once you’ve yielded to the truth you long to share your good news with anyone within an arm’s length of your brochure. I’m not. What I’m talking about is not some zealous desire to have everyone suffer equally, but the yearning to move someone, to make them care, to make them clutch the book (or Kindle) to their bosom, tears or giggles wrenching their quivering body, pressing on to find out what happens next.
Of course the desire to share our work depends a bit on ego—the assumption that what we have to say is important. Which is, of course, all too true.
Anyway, those are my thoughts on what makes us writers tick. Will other writers chime in to support the theory or send it off to lick its wounds and eat chocolate?
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Losers Keepers, by M. S. Spencer
eBook, 72,000 words, contemporary romantic suspense
M/F, 3 flames; ISBN: 978-1-936653-95-9
Dagne Lonegan, aka Dear Philomena, advice dispenser extraordinaire, hoped that spending a year on the Eastern Shore island of Chincoteague to write her novel would clear her sinuses, if not her heart, of any feelings for Jack Andrews, erstwhile lover and long-time jerk. It’s just her luck that her first week on the island she’s in the right place at the right time to be involved with a murder. Only she doesn’t know it. Unfortunately, the murderer doesn’t know she doesn’t know. Strange and dangerous things begin happening to her, interfering with her new romance with Tom Ellis, the handsome manager of the National Wildlife Refuge. Complications ensue when her Jack arrives to take charge of the murder investigation.
Will Dagne stick with the tall, cool glass of a Ranger or fall back into the arms of her first tempestuous passion?
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M. S. Spencer
~Lost without Love ~ Romance in Suspension
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