I'm following on from my waffling about humour, and writing to make each other laugh - there were some really thoughtful comments, which had me taking a step beyond funny and wondering if we can pinpoint what we are hoping to do when we write - on blogs, or short stories, or poems (whatever!)
The more I thought about it, the more complex the whole thing seems. I suspect there are as many reasons for writing as there are writers, so I'm only speaking for myself here.
I'll begin by thinking why I read. Because I love it - yes, but that's not enough. I want to be entertained, but I want more than that. I want to find new ideas, to engage with new thinking, to be asked to look at the familiar from an unfamiliar angle. I want to understand how other people feel, to read about others tackling the daily challenge of getting up and edging a way through the day - it cements us sharing a common humanity, if you like, knowing that other people need a cup of tea in the morning, or enjoy of twinge of trolley rage in the aisles of Tesco's.
I write because I breathe - I can't imagine not writing. But that doesn't explain why I write on blogs, or publish the travel writing, or play about with poetry and short stories. I hope to entertain; it has to begin there. I'm not sure I claim to play with new ideas - though there may be readers who barely know where Laos is, so anything I say about it has to be new and potentially informative. I rarely share very personal, private feelings - though don't shy away from making fun of myself and my girliness when faced with rats (or tigers). I have the occasional rant, but would rather celebrate the fun we can have than waste energy whinging about things I can't change. If any of this is funny - well, that's a bonus. And then my thinking seems to degenerate into it being satisfying, this reaching out to total strangers (and many not so strange now, after blogging for a year or more), but I don't think I can be more specific than that.
Does it matter? Maybe it doesn't. But sometimes it's worth thinking about, given that I blog away regularly and hope others will read and enjoy it. Are there any other bloggers out there who have a clearer idea as to why they write?
I know why I started writing. But writing about one topic all the time becomes tedious, so I write about other things. I'm not sure why....
ReplyDeleteI started writing when I had a kind of breakdown. I joined a therapeutic writing group and became deeply involved. Writing was the best therapy I could have. It might not be right for everyone. I now write to amuse myself in the first instance. If I'm not enjoying it I stop. It's the same with reading a book. Life is too full of enjoyable activities and it's own pain to struggle through a painfully bad book.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read a good book I want to share it with others so they can enjoy it too.I think when writers write they need to share it because they enjoyed writing it so much and want others to enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this blog. I write words (blog and booklets) because I have to. I write songs/lyrics because I have to. Why? This is why I enjoyed this blog. Never really asked myself why before. So (thinks) I have to is the first answer. (thinks some more) I want the world to know what I think. I hope maybe I can get people to see another side to things. I think I'd go mad (madder) if I didn't get my thoughts out.
ReplyDeleteMe again. It wouldn't let me publish my comment under nonnyjames.wordpress.com and I don't have a google account. Anyway, I'm not anonymous!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for engaging so thoughtfully with this. You are beginning to confirm my suspicions - that there are as many reasons for writing as there are writers!
ReplyDeleteJo, I'm a bit late here. I've been away a few days absorbing stuff to write about :-) I just want to say that for me, it's about reading mostly. I love reading, and that impulse extends to writing. I want to write what I want to read. Sometimes that's a challenge as the books I read are so far beyond me in skill, beauty and even humour. I'm busy reading East of Eden again and am so in awe of John Steinbeck's beautiful, thoughtful prose. I want to frame certain passages and chapters, they are just so magnificent! Even so, it's reading that inspires me as a writer. Like you, I've always written. I can't not. But the more I read, the more I want to write.
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