I can feel an urge building up inside me. It’s a twitching in my fingers, an excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s a need to open a new notebook, choose my brightest, most sparkling pen, and begin a new story. Sitting here now I can feel my hand stretching out, almost of it’s own volition, towards the shelf where I keep my precious darlings.
We can discuss what makes us writers, but in the end I think it’s all about the urge to write. No, not the urge, the need. Everyone says that if you purely write to make money you’ll never be a great writer, and while that might be true I’m sure we wouldn’t mind the sales of those who do.
I don’t believe those who write just to make money feel the urge. They can still tell a story, but it’s not the same desperate desire to create something. You can choose to write as easily as you choose to become anything else, but the best results will always come when your heart is in your work. When it’s a passion, not just a job. That doesn’t just apply to writers, of course, it applies to any job.
But for the writers, it doesn’t feel write when we’re not writing. Something is missing, from our lives, from ourselves.
I want to create new characters, I want to see them soar through the world of words I will build for them.
Quote Challenge, Day 2.
My quote for the second day of this challenge is from Hamilton. It’s one of the lines that really tugged at my heart when I heard it. (The other lines were pretty much everything from ‘How does a …” to “who tells your story.”)
I do need it to survive. I need to know that there is the light at the end of a long day when I can sit down and let the words flow. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t write.
Hold on, I have to run and get a notebook. I’m only sorry I can’t get this one. It’s available here if you would like it.
Right, that’s me out for the night.