Why Do You Write?

The question as to why I write comes up from time to time in conversation. People want to know why? Why writing?

For me, it’s not an easy question to answer. It’s kind of like asking why someone prefers the colour blue over green or why they play a musical instrument or sing. No one seems to know. It’s just something that is, something that stems from inside us, makes us who we are.

Words fascinated me early on, even before I knew they fascinated me. I’ve always had this feeling that I had something to say. Mind you, I didn’t know anyone would ever read what I had to say.

Last weekend I had the chance to hear Wayne Dyer speak. I was in awe to learn how many millions of copies of his books are circulating around the world. It sure put the few thousand copies that my book sold to shame. But I wasn’t really comparing my writing to Wayne’s, nor was there even a slight twinge of jealousy. I went away wondering what it would be like to have my words touch the lives of so many people around the world. Yet, this man was as humble as you and I.

As a beginning writer, I used to wonder when or if I’d ever be good enough to have my work published. Back then publications felt like a pipe dream. Was I wasting my time and effort. Why was I even writing, subjecting myself to rejection after rejection?

For me, it wasn’t simply enough to write, I wanted my words to be read by others. That meant I had to grit my teeth, swallow my appointment,  keep my head up, my brain focused, and write on, many, many occasions.  Even when I felt like quitting.

Thank goodness the world is filled with many more doers than quitters. Imagine what would have happened if many of our great writers (who also faced their share of rejections BTW) would have given up because they weren’t up to the challenge.

This business of writing and published is filled with hurt feelings. If someone tells you they’ve never, ever felt hurt when their work was turned down, take what they say with a grain of salt. They’re obviously out of touch with their feelings. No one likes rejection. It stings. Mind you, over the years, I developed a somewhat thick skin. I was able to look past the rejections  on many occasions and keep sending my work out again and again. But every now and then a certain rejection would get to me and I’d be pulled down into the pit of despair. Yep, I got down, but more importantly, I didn’t allow myself to stay down. I became my own cheerleader. I had to if I wanted to become published. The truth is, all the good words from others won’t keep us going if we don’t believe it ourselves.

Have a great weekend, and for my Canadian readers Happy Canada Day!

 

I’ll leave you with a photo that I tried posting on Facebook, but my dial-up connection just wasn’t co-operating. It was one of several I took at the Cunard Centre the day Wayne Dyer was there.

Not so easy to get a clear photo of Wayne Dyer when he was in Halifax. Too many heads in the way and he moved around a lot on stage. He spoke for nearly three hours (not bad for a man who turned 73) and the audience hung on every word. This photo is sort of the best of the worst.

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  1. christicorbett

     /  June 28, 2013

    This is such a lovely post that gets to the heart of the matter perfectly. Nicely done!

    Christi Corbett

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  2. So wonderful you got to hear Wayne Dyer speak and for 3 hours! How inspiring. Sometimes I wonder why I write to. Charlotte Bronte said “I’m just going to write. I cannot help it.” I guess that is reaon enough.

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    • It was really great, Darlene. He’s got a good sense of humour as well. What Charlotte Bronte has to say makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? :)

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  3. Judi

     /  June 28, 2013

    Nice post. Laura….You didn’t have very many “down” days, but then again you are really good at hiding things…I think…I know that you are good at picking other people up, and that’s from experience..xoxo

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    • Thanks, Judi. You’re right I don’t like people to see me “down”. They’ve come to expect otherwise. The truth is, while I might have “down times” it rarely lasts a day. Glad if I’ve been able to make you feel better in the past. That’s what friends are for. :)

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  4. Linda

     /  June 28, 2013

    Very nice. A great explanation. It certainly can take many forms and doesn’t have to be a book. Just written expression certainly does the trick.

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    • Thanks, Linda! Your right. Not all of us have the desire to write a book. However, putting pen to paper is very empowering no matter what we choose to write. Thanks for dropping by my blog and for commenting. :)

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  5. Very good advice on dealing with the rejections, and keeping at it.

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  6. Laura … as I told you … Oh so lucky to see him in person. A true inspiration for anyone who wants to be anything. AS for writing? It chased me through the caverns of my mind until I finally caught it by the throat. Gotta love oximorons :)

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    • Wayne is truly an inspiration and I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to see him. Writing? What can we say? It’s a part of who we are. :)

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  7. That is the key, isn’t it: it’s okay to visit the pit of despair now and again, but it’s vital to leave it after a short time if we’re going to continue on. Agreed: We have to be our own cheerleaders because sometimes when we hit a low, we look around and no one will be home for a few hours. We can’t waist that time. We must cheer ourselves back up and continue on the journey.

    Happy Canada Day…a good day to be fishing. There’s a lovely warm, heavy rain falling.

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    • Being in the pit serves no purpose and eventually we need to climb out. I keep my ladder handy!

      No fishing on Canada day, unfortunately! I hope the rain soon stops.

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  8. How wonderful to have had the opportunity to hear Wayne Dyer! (And I think your photos is very good.) We all need fresh inspiration at times. Encouragement from others is a help, but when I’m discouraged what I need most is to write my way out of it. What I write will likely be something other than my current w.i.p., but not writing at all just makes me feel worse.

    Hope you had a lovely Canada Day. It was hot and sunny here and in the late afternoon we went out for ice cream. We’re such party animals!! LOL!

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