Writing
“We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.” – W. Somerset Maugham
“If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotting, either do things worth the writing or write things worth the reading.” – Benjamin Franklin
A few years ago I read The Rivan Codex by David Eddings, and in that, he speaks of the fact that people are writers, or they are not writers. Eddings claims that it’s not simply a case of wanting to be a writer, either you are one, or you aren’t one.
I don’t know about the other side of the coin, but I do understand the concept of simply being a writer. I hope, one day, to finish some of my novels and get published – one of my goals in life is to be able to make my living solely off my writing, and be able to write full time. Even if that never happens, though, it won’t stop me writing, it just flows out of me, like something I have to do.
Writing has been an escape and a release for me over the years, especially when I was younger and dealing with depression. A lot of what I’ve written comes from some rather dark places. I choose to remember the dark places in my past, though, just as I’ll remember where I am today, too. Everything I’ve done, and everywhere I’ve been has led me to become the person I am today. Remembering how I got here allows me to keep going forward.
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