What’s the point of writing if there isn’t anyone reading?
I ask myself this question regularly, maybe even a few times a week. I sit in my office with my laptop staring right back at me as I look at it in hopes that one morning I will actually have the answer. Why in the world do I spend hours each week sitting here writing? I am certainly not in it for the money, since at the moment like so many others I am not getting paid to blog, not getting paid for the hours of time I spend trying to come up with something witty to say to my imaginary friends and fellow bloggers.
So why the hell am I still doing this?
I could be working harder in my little shop of horrors, where I actually do make monsters, and making more money. I could be volunteering more time in my community and doing something eventful with my life. I could take up the wild world of gardening and attempt to turn my garden into some sort of living showcase of plants and bug life. However still I sit here looking at my blog and knowing that I just won’t be able to walk away from it.
The truth is, I love writing. I love the art of words and the crafting of sentences. I love the songs that my heart sings when I am deeply involved in a good piece. I need to write because it makes me happy.
I know that the odds of me actually getting something published are not very good. Especially when I haven’t got the solid nerve to actually write the story that I have a need to write. So I practice,practice, practice. I write little articles, let the words keep moving through my fingers, and move towards that dream of one day having that moment where my true desires burst out of me.
But… what’s the point of writing if there isn’t anyone reading?
Perhaps the answer lies here.
“All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.”
― George Orwell, Why I Write
I write because my words are the windowpane of who I am. I am a writer.
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