Okay, I was tired of seeing that outdated post of free books when I zipped past my blog, so I took a few minutes to try and think of something interesting to blog about but my mind kept going back to my current writing project(s).
I couldn’t think of a darned ‘nother thing.
Then I thought, “Why don’t I just do a repost from a while back?” Yeah, but what to repost? Then I remembered one from a couple of years ago, when I did a guest post, and was asked the question of why I write and exactly what it is that I write. I went looking for it, but, I couldn’t find the blog on which I’d made the post.
Now, I don’t know if that means that blog no longer exists, or if I’m just mis-remembering the site but I still have a copy of the post in Word, so, with a few updates, here it is.
Why I Write, and What I Write
The first time I was asked why I write, I had no idea how to answer. I sputtered, hemmed and hawed, and finally said something like, “Gee, I dunno, I just like to”.
Dumb, huh? Shouldn’t a writer know why she writes? Shouldn’t she (or he) have at least an inkling, a clue maybe, as to exactly why she sits down and puts pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard, nowadays – and lets all those words loose on the world? Well, shouldn’t she?
I thought I should, so I sat down one day to think about it. I wanted to have a good, pat answer if I was ever asked that question again. And sure enough, someone did, and that time – hurray! – I had an answer.
“I write because, ever since I was a child, I’ve loved to read, and I’d always wanted to write, too, so one day I finally got around to doing it,” I said, smiling triumphantly because, now, I had a bona fide response, one that I knew to be true.
And I was satisfied. Until one day someone asked me, again, “Why do you write?” and I opened my mouth to give that great reply I’d thought up, but as my mouth went open to speak the words, it occurred to me that they weren’t precisely correct. Oh, they weren’t wrong, mind you; that was a reason why I write, just not the reason.
So, I sat back down to think about it some more. And it finally struck me that, no matter what I came up with, and I came up with a lot of reasons – all true to a certain extent – for me it boiled down to one final truth: I write because I have no choice. That’s it. The whole enchilada, the final explanation. Simple, huh?
What brought me to that particular understanding of why I write, was the realization that, not only had I always wanted to write, I always did write. When I was a child, I would write stories based mostly on the fairy tales I read, and I would write little stories for my mother, or my siblings.
Someone gave me a diary one year when I was around eleven or twelve, and instead of recording my thoughts and feelings as most pre-teen or teenaged girls would, I wrote stories in it. And I was a letter writer. I loved to write those. Still do, though I mostly send emails now, which, somehow is not quite the same. Anyway, I just loved to write.
As to what I write, well, that would be, mostly, science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal stories (I’ve written three dealing with werewolves, and no, they’re not romances. Just some unconventional paranormals). I also write in a genre that’s called “scifantasy”, which is what it sounds like: a blend of science fiction and fantasy.
The tales I write come from all those fairy tales I read as a kid, I think, and I graduated from those to science fiction at an early age. I’ve also written a few short horror stories, though I haven’t formally published any of those as yet, just on Wattpad with copies on my blog.
Of course, I have reasons for writing a particular story, such as the one for writing the “Boucher’s World” trilogy. I like science fiction. It’s one of my favorite genres, and I’ve always especially liked the kind that deals with the encounters between humans and aliens. I wanted to see if I could create such a meeting, and resolve the inevitable conflicts that would occur. The idea came from a dream I had. Ideas can come from anywhere and I never turn my nose up at one, so I went with it and it turned into a trilogy.
I started this story a number of years ago but had to put it aside because it was during a period when I didn’t have much time for writing. After I retired, I pulled it out and began working on it again. As I wrote, I saw after a while, that the story was going to be much too long for just one book so it became a trilogy, the first book of which I called “Boucher’s World: Emergent”. It’s a science fiction/fantasy set two thousand years in the future, about a society composed of humans from Earth, and an alien race called Elvwists, who have spent the last two millennia trapped inside a dome on a planet in the Epsilon Eridani star system, and they all have a wide range of psychic abilities. So do the dogs and cats.
The first two books of the series deal with how they finally get out of the dome, and what happens after they do. The third book addresses what happens when people from their respective home worlds show up.
I decided to publish, so three years ago I self-published the first book in the trilogy as an ebook. (Just so you know, the reason I self-published is because after doing some research, I decided that since I was already old enough to retire, it was the best way for me to go if I ever wanted to get anything into print before I died.)
Since then, I’ve published more stories, about half of them shorts or novellas set in the Boucher’s World universe. These include the second and third books in the trilogy, “Boucher’s World: Transformation” and “Boucher’s World: Encounters”.
I have also published two books in a new series that I call Spaceships and Magic: “Turner: Bitter Change” and “Turner: World Change”, a scifantasy set in a future closer to the present day than the one of my first series. It’s more of a dystopian/alien invasion/alternate worlds type story, that involve not only aliens and spaceships, but also dragons and magic (thus the Spaceships and Magic designation).
Altogether, I have sixteen publications out, and currently, in addition to working on book three of the Spaceships and Magic series, I’m also writing several others as I can’t seem to write just one story at a time. I keep coming up with ideas that I just have to write down, so I do.
Harking back to my first answer to the question of why I write, I do like to write – most of the time. There are times when I don’t especially like it, such as when I have to edit or re-write, but on the whole, I enjoy it. I love creating new worlds and putting characters into different situations they have to work their way through. I really do. But I don’t write because I love to. I write because I have to.
A question I’ve never been able to answer is: why do I have to write? Maybe one day I’ll sit down and think about that. Maybe I’ll come up with an answer, too. If not, I won’t worry about it. I’ll just keep writing.
I don’t have a choice.