So, since my "Jesus?" blog was pushed down immediately and kicked to the curb, I figured I'd try something else.
Mullins' post about writing got me thinking about my own writing bug. The bug taunts me daily. So, I obey its commands and write. I write for myself, I write with other writers, and I write because I must.
One of the things I talk about most with other writers is the fact that statistically, none of us stand much of a chance becoming full-time, self-supporting writers. Yet, we still do it. We still try and keep going because we love it.
There's something consuming about it. What, pray tell, consumes you? Is there anything that you can't stand not to do?
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I dont think I have anything that falls into the consumption category, which is kind of sad.
All I can think of is cleaning, but I think that stems from an obsessive-compulsive disorder I have. I dont know when I developed it, but most of the time, if I see a mess, i have to clean it up or organize it.
Ironically, my office at work is a mess and I dont care.
In a word, everything.
I've been thinking about this a lot. Whenever anyone says that real writer simply has to write I always think that I must not be a real writer. It's often a chore to get me to write something, and I spend a lot of time doing anything but writing.
But then I sit here and think about my blog. I've been writing it for over a year. Yet there is virtually no audience for it. Hardly a soul reads the thing, and yet week after week I continue to write. I am compelled to write. I almost have to.
Why?
I don't know.
In some ways I just enjoy the process. Sometimes its a chore and I do struggle to get myself to do it, but I really like the end result. I like having a blog as an accomplishment.
In blogcritics I find a wider audience for my reviews and essays, and I really have formed some friendships out of that.
I think there is a sense of accomplishment in writing. Even if I write a stupid movie review that no one ever reads there is a little bit of joy is knowing I did something. I created.
I have to create.
It started with drawing, turned to music, then back to drawing which has been a constant throughout. On stage or clowning it turned into creating a moment of laughter or emotion. At work it’s turning an idea into a show proposal. Now I think I’ve got an inkling to try wood carving. In the spring it’s planting and creating little green babies.
I can’t lock into one thing because there is so much out there that I want to get my hands on. I’ve developed thousands of business plans and projects in my little head and simply don’t have the time to work it all out.
I love to create.
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