Of the type “Why are we here?”
I’m mostly asking questions, not giving out answers today. Sometimes, questions are every bit as revealing as answers though.
Why do I write? Am I writing fiction because I’m not satisfied with my dissertations and may never write a University funded research book? Or is this a way to validate my deep and abiding bibliophilia, proving that there is too a practical application of reading fiction? Perhaps, deep in the dark recesses of my soul I really believe that I’ll produce an amazing, meaningful work of prose, win a Nobel Peace Prize, and meet the President. The real question, though, is do I enjoy writing for the sake of writing? If there was no chance of my work ever being published, or even of being read by another human being, would I still write my stories down?
My answer to the last question is: YES. Plain and simple. Publication isn’t why I write, only why I edit and polish. The other questions may still trouble and plague me, as I doubt my motives, but meanwhile I write on.
Who do I write for? Kidlit.com has a very interesting post, which I mostly agree with in theory, about who you should write for. But my question is not a “should” but a “do” question. Currently, I have no answer. I’m not even sure who I want my ultimate audience to be. I’m still finding my voice, and part of your audience is determined by your authorial voice. Still, I wonder. Do I write for myself? For my family? Am I writing for other writers, or for intellectuals, artists, high-schoolers or elderly? Do I want to write for science nerds, gamers, cheerleaders, business-men, the GLBT community, Liberals, Conservatives, or all of the above?
I think I write for myself at least in part. I also write for my future children. My stories are not children’s stories right now, but I write them in the hopes that the skills obtained can be transferred to creating stories specifically for my children as they grow up. Beyond that, I really don’t know who my audience is yet. Someday I will meet them, no doubt.
So, I answered a few questions. Still, mostly I have questions, not answers. I’m not anxious for answers, just to look the questions in the eye.
Thought for the Week: “We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” William Shakespeare
Currently Reading: Red Land, Black Land by Barbara Mertz