It used to bother me. Is being published the only justification for the hours I spend honing my writing skills and polishing my prose? Is it the only measure of success for a writer? No, because true writers don't write to publish; they write because they must.
When I was in elementary school, we had English Composition classes. I loved them as I could write my stories and get marks for them -- rewards for writing what I imagined. It wasn't work; it was fun. It still is. So, even though I earn next to nothing from my writing, I can't stop.
Both my children write well and I steal this idea of seven pleasure of writing from my son's blog, RunBikeNerd. He explores seven (a prime number that can't be divided) pleasures in his life and I thought I'd do the same, although to me, seven is more of a magic number.
My writing pleasures are (in no particular order):
- seeing the first chapter of a novel emerge in my imagination
- hearing my characters' voices for the first time
- wrestling with descriptive words until they say what I see
- the surprise twists in my plots that even I didn't predict
- watching rapt faces at a reading
- changing a passive verb to an active one
- using the subjunctive so it doesn't sound weird
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