LotsChrono
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What's the point of writing?
Especially when you pass your initial reason for starting. It used to be a hobby began to create things I would like to read. But, it’s not as if I actually read my own work all that much anymore. Knowing what happens next and why, being the author, ruins a lot of the joy of reading. Even more so when you start seeing things critically—your own works more harshly than any other.
And then you get those moments when you sit there, looking down on yourself, wondering if you’re really the one who wrote something or if something or someone else possessed you, then tossed itself aside, leaving you.
But it’s already a sort of passion at that point. A love-hate relationship, perhaps, but not something you can easily give up. Because, even with all the clutter in your head, you still enjoy the act of writing itself. Being able to tell a story, a world at your fingertips, characters and environments burned from your imagination, plots you’re proud of even when no one else is. There’s something comforting in that.
So you think to yourself, maybe that’s the point of writing. But you still can’t be certain. Then, perhaps, its not the single answer. Perhaps there is no single answer. Maybe each person writes for a multitude of reasons, and that’s just mine.
Well, that’s all for my ramblings. Ignore it if you wish to, but I wanted to share it with someone. If you do not ignore it, then, why don't you answer me?
Why do you write?
Especially when you pass your initial reason for starting. It used to be a hobby began to create things I would like to read. But, it’s not as if I actually read my own work all that much anymore. Knowing what happens next and why, being the author, ruins a lot of the joy of reading. Even more so when you start seeing things critically—your own works more harshly than any other.
And then you get those moments when you sit there, looking down on yourself, wondering if you’re really the one who wrote something or if something or someone else possessed you, then tossed itself aside, leaving you.
But it’s already a sort of passion at that point. A love-hate relationship, perhaps, but not something you can easily give up. Because, even with all the clutter in your head, you still enjoy the act of writing itself. Being able to tell a story, a world at your fingertips, characters and environments burned from your imagination, plots you’re proud of even when no one else is. There’s something comforting in that.
So you think to yourself, maybe that’s the point of writing. But you still can’t be certain. Then, perhaps, its not the single answer. Perhaps there is no single answer. Maybe each person writes for a multitude of reasons, and that’s just mine.
Well, that’s all for my ramblings. Ignore it if you wish to, but I wanted to share it with someone. If you do not ignore it, then, why don't you answer me?
Why do you write?