Weekly writing challenge: Writing because…

I write because that’s what I do.

I’ve never seen it as wildly romantic or wondrously special. It’s just what I do: part of me, like being tall and having dark hair. Or breathing, I suppose. Perhaps that’s because I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. As far as I knew, everyone did it. Or they could if they wanted to. I just happened to like writing better than playing hopscotch or riding my bike, and there was no question in my mind that when I grew up, that’s what I’d do. All the time, along with eating chocolate éclairs. I’d write.

By now, I could probably roll out a full-bellied psychological blurb-fest on why I made these choices – and an even fatter one on why, when it came to the crunch, I didn’t fight for them. But really, who cares? The fact is that at 17, I bowed to other people’s expectations (as you do), went to university and shoved my dreams into the black hole marked Fantasies: unrealistic. They stayed there for forty years, despite the odd publication.

Ten years ago, I dragged them out, shook off the dust, wrestled the spiders and had a look. Yep, still the same. Just older. But now it was do-or-die time, and since I didn’t fancy dying, I took the other option. Although these days, I’m not misguided enough to think that a book of mine will ever grace the bookstores.

But what would have happened if I’d stuck to my guns all those years ago?

What a phenomenally ridiculous question! I might have made it. More likely I’d have fallen flat on my naive little face, and at this point, what the hell does it matter? Except that if I’d followed a different path, I wouldn’t have had the children I have, and that doesn’t bear thinking about.

I’ve always written, I always will. The only difference now is that I don’t hanker after chocolate éclairs.


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13 Responses to Weekly writing challenge: Writing because…

  1. bkpyett says:

    It’s never too late! I have only started writing seriously in the last few years, and it’s the most rewarding ‘hobby’ that I’ve ever attempted. Self satisfaction, not anything more.

  2. Mark Rodgers says:

    That’s a great way of looking at it Helen. It rings true with me and I’m sure with many other. Carry on regardless!

  3. Relax says:

    Well, (American) Grandma Moses became famous for her folk art painting around the age of 80. Anything can happen! If you’d like to be published, why not go ahead and self-publish. It may go off like wildfire, or it may just please your kids to no end (and many other readers!)

    • It’s complicated. (Isn’t it always!) It’s not ‘being published’ per se. I only want to be published if someone else thinks I’m worth publishing, so self-publishing doesn’t appeal to me. Besides, you then have to promote yourself. Not a hope!

      • Relax says:

        Well, I was going to add “as long as you’re prepared to promote yourself” — but I suspected you felt as I do about that. I would sell 6 books that way, lol, but it’d be nice to leave something behind (besides my bird feather collection).

      • Exactly. Self promotion is not in the cards for me. I have a Lana Turner fantasy. I want someone to stumble upon my words and say, “Her. I want to publish Her.”

  4. ‘…and launch her book with fanfares of trumpets, billboards and press releases!’ Ah well…

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