Day 51

Why do we write?

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It seems everyone has a reason, and for all of those whom I have talked to, mostly say they do it for the love of writing.

If we were writing to make our fortune, I’d say none of us would last longer than a year. For some of us, myself included, I never gave up my day job until I retired and then could devote myself to it with more effectiveness.

That idea of doing a 10-hour day and then going home to do another was never possible. Writing took a back seat and was done when I could. I kept writing to keep the creative e juices flowing but my heart was not in it.

Yes, I finished a few stories, and a book or two, but the non-exciting part of the exercise, editing and marketing never was my strong point, and it wasn’t until I retired that it all came together, and five books were published and another twenty in various stages of completion.

I do not write with the intention of becoming an international bestselling author. It’s a nice thought, but it’s a field where there are millions of others toiling away, and some will get that break, while others may never. My stories sell, people read them, and the reviews are satisfying. That’s enough for me.

Still, one day it might happen. We can never predict the future. I might write a story that some editor might read and think it’s worthy of being published. That would be nice. But, in the meantime, I will keep creating my quirky characters who inhabit a strange world, meet others like them, and who are equally as different, and sometimes combine to create a little magic.

And as the purveyor of happy endings, and in these perilous times where we all need a little cheering up more than we realise, perhaps after the story is over, they can look back over that short period of getting to know those people that it was time well spent.