The comment came from Isaac Sweeney. Which was in response to a comment I had made on his blog. But Mr. Sweeney did take a moment to write a brief blog about my blog and I shall return the favor: fellow writers - from any background or genre - must unite!
His blog: Ways With Words caught my eye with a post about concise writing and he listed examples of brief quotes that drive home the fact that brevity is key. (The actual post is here).
Mr. Sweeney brought up a question within the post that caused me to start thinking. He asks:
"So, why do we do this writing thing?"
For me it is something that is born inside of me. I don't know how to describe it. It's just in me. There are times I want to give up. But the movie projector inside of mind does not ever shut off. It's always on.
There literally is not a day that goes by that some random scene doesn't pop into my head. Lucky for me I work a mundane job that I can entertain these characters in the scene to see where it goes and to see if there is a story there.
(I just read what I typed in that paragraph up there. I sound crazy. I promise you I am not.)
I can get these scenes from something a customer says to me. A song on a radio may stir the story inside of me. I get them everywhere. From everything. What I'm working on right now, The Script, that idea came to me from a cross stuck in the ground on the highway marking the end of one's life.
So for me: I write because it's like breathing. Maybe what I write isn't great... but it's an involuntary muscle that keeps me alive.
There literally is not a day that goes by that some random scene doesn't pop into my head. Lucky for me I work a mundane job that I can entertain these characters in the scene to see where it goes and to see if there is a story there.
(I just read what I typed in that paragraph up there. I sound crazy. I promise you I am not.)
I can get these scenes from something a customer says to me. A song on a radio may stir the story inside of me. I get them everywhere. From everything. What I'm working on right now, The Script, that idea came to me from a cross stuck in the ground on the highway marking the end of one's life.
So for me: I write because it's like breathing. Maybe what I write isn't great... but it's an involuntary muscle that keeps me alive.
1 comment:
and now I found you because of a comment you made to me... don't ya just love how this whole thing works ha... btw, I am exactly like you, always seeing scenes in my head so maybe writers are all alike
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