I love this image. I’m betting I’m not the only one who can SO relate. I tried to think humble thoughts when I started writing my first
masterpiece book. Really, I did. But it was hard not to envision myself becoming the surprise bestseller of the year, LOL! Hey, it could happen, right? Wrong. It took six books and five years of hard work before I landed my first contract.
Yeah, so I’m not the overnight success I hoped I would become when I wrote book no. 1. But I’ve found a teensy bit of success, and that success makes me happy! YAY! It also makes me think. Can anyone do what I did? Start with essentially no writing experience, a barely registering affection for reading, and lots of foolhardy determination and work their way onto an Amazon best seller list? Or did I just get super lucky?
Can anyone write?
I asked myself this question, and immediately realized how complicated it was. The answer would depend on so many things. Heck, the question itself could be taken to mean many different things, including:
- Can anyone write great fiction?
- Can anyone become a bestseller?
- Can anyone become published?
- Can anyone learn how to become a writer?
- …and a hundred (or a thousand) more
How’s this for a question: Can anyone write to entertain themselves?
When I was newly married, I struggled with intimacy. One of the things that helped me was writing my own erotic stories. I had not studied the craft of writing. I had never read an erotic story, a few romances, yes, but mostly, I was a TV addict and eschewed books at that time because they didn’t hold my attention.
So it seemed odd that I would turn to literature as a form of self-therapy. Why did I choose to write at all let alone choose to write stories featuring lusty girls wondering whether they should wear panties or not as they got dressed for a frat party or a date with a cute guy (did I mention I got married young, LOL?)?
The answer is, gosh, I don’t really know. Maybe it’s that I had been raised in a Christian atmosphere and was misled to believe sexuality was dirty or unpropper or that I was those things for wanting more out of my sex life than I was getting. I didn’t want to look at porn, because I KNEW that was wrong (wasn’t it?). It was kind of a moot point, because I didn’t need to look at porn, not when I had scenes and fantasies ready to play out in my head. There were voices in my head telling me that was wrong too, but it was oh so hard to believe that when those images were so handy and beautiful and when they made me desire my husband. This is a whole other topic that I won’t get into here.
The point is, when I put those fantasy scenes down in writing, they became erotic stories that accomplished a couple of things for me.
- They gave me an outlet for my creativity. I’ve always loved creating. Whether my hobby be quilting, knitting, drawing, playing music, or now, writing, it seems I have a compulsive need to BE creative in some form. Writing stories filled that need for me back then, and it still does today.
- Reading my own stories (and writing them) got me “in the mood” when nothing else could. Writing served a purpose. I found it useful and beneficial.
No one but me ever read what I wrote, but I was a successful writer. Why? Because my writing fulfilled the objectives I had set up for my writing.
So, yeah. Short Answer. I think anyone can write to entertain themselves. I did. I still do. In fact entertaining myself is my number one motivation for writing. If I didn’t love it, I wouldn’t do it.
What about you? Do you think anyone can write to entertain themselves? Do you write to entertain yourself? What are your objectives as a writer? If you’re not a writer, have you ever thought about writing your own story, just for your own amusement? I’d love to hear from you.
I’ll be back next Tuesday with: Can anyone write books and publish them?