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nanowrimo forums, someone is angsting. The question has come up, 'Why do I do it? I'm writing for me, but I want more than for me; I want the acclaim and recognition from other people, and there's no guarantee I'll get it, and I'm doing poorly on my word count, so why am I even bothering?"
I don't get people like this. Oh, yes, I whinge. And I will continue to whinge. I will whinge about being tired and not having enough hours in the day and that one sucky bit of prose I'm not sure works but was meant to and all that stuff. I will whinge about being behind on my word count, if that happens. And I will occasionally ask "Why am I doing this, again?" but it's pretty well a rhetorical question. I can answer jokingly that it's because I'm a fucking loony, which I did repeatedly last year, but that's not the point. If I didn't really want to do this, I wouldn't be doing this.
Why do I want to do this? It's not for the fucking acclaim, that's for sure. Yes, I want people to enjoy what I write, and I suppose it'd be nice to know about it when they do, but I don't trust fanboys. There's a fine line between, "I really liked your last story" and "OMG WHERE'S THE NEXT ONE?!?!?!?!?" and I've seen so many people cross it in ways both big and small. That's why I like the idea of being published. It's not the money for money's sake, it's the fact that sales numbers give a nice, anonymous, fuss-free idea of whether people are reading it or not. (I wouldn't say no to the money itself, on the other hand.)
So I don't write for fortune, I don't write for fame, so what the hell do I write for? I guess it's the 'gotta', as Paul Sheldon calls it. I'm not going to know how my NaNo ends until I actually type THE END at the end of the fucker, and I've only got a vague view on how it begins. I want to find out how it all comes out, what happens to the characters, all of that. Which I suppose is a good sign for the story.
Looks like we're in tonight after all. It kind of sucks, because I like the Voodoo Glow Skulls and they don't tour this country all that often. But it doesn't suck as much as it might have because hey, means I get more time to get some work done.
nanowrimo forums, someone is angsting. The question has come up, 'Why do I do it? I'm writing for me, but I want more than for me; I want the acclaim and recognition from other people, and there's no guarantee I'll get it, and I'm doing poorly on my word count, so why am I even bothering?"I don't get people like this. Oh, yes, I whinge. And I will continue to whinge. I will whinge about being tired and not having enough hours in the day and that one sucky bit of prose I'm not sure works but was meant to and all that stuff. I will whinge about being behind on my word count, if that happens. And I will occasionally ask "Why am I doing this, again?" but it's pretty well a rhetorical question. I can answer jokingly that it's because I'm a fucking loony, which I did repeatedly last year, but that's not the point. If I didn't really want to do this, I wouldn't be doing this.
Why do I want to do this? It's not for the fucking acclaim, that's for sure. Yes, I want people to enjoy what I write, and I suppose it'd be nice to know about it when they do, but I don't trust fanboys. There's a fine line between, "I really liked your last story" and "OMG WHERE'S THE NEXT ONE?!?!?!?!?" and I've seen so many people cross it in ways both big and small. That's why I like the idea of being published. It's not the money for money's sake, it's the fact that sales numbers give a nice, anonymous, fuss-free idea of whether people are reading it or not. (I wouldn't say no to the money itself, on the other hand.)
So I don't write for fortune, I don't write for fame, so what the hell do I write for? I guess it's the 'gotta', as Paul Sheldon calls it. I'm not going to know how my NaNo ends until I actually type THE END at the end of the fucker, and I've only got a vague view on how it begins. I want to find out how it all comes out, what happens to the characters, all of that. Which I suppose is a good sign for the story.
Looks like we're in tonight after all. It kind of sucks, because I like the Voodoo Glow Skulls and they don't tour this country all that often. But it doesn't suck as much as it might have because hey, means I get more time to get some work done.