One of the nice things about my blogging experience is that I am learning about other people through their blogs and on Twitter. A lot is said about the craft of writing and the nature of the writer. The question often comes up: Why do writers write?
Probably the most common answer to that question is, “Because the writer is compelled to write,” or some such notion. The other one is, “To express thoughts, ideas, emotions, yada, yada.”
It’s not that I disagree with those answers, but I think maybe the answer is simpler and more basic. I think we write because we need others to hear, understand, and accept what we have to say. There’s nothing wrong with that, but for some reason, I don’t hear too many people expressing this idea.
I mean, if a person is driven only by some inner compulsion to write, then she’ll keep a diary. Maybe its a notebook that has a little lock on it or it remains hidden in the dresser drawer underneath her unmentionables. That’s how I started out, writing secret thoughts and poems about my pimply, hormone-driven life.
But it didn’t take long before I offered up a page or two and asked someone, under tightly controlled conditions, “Read this and tell me what you think.” Soon after, I got the notion that I wanted to be a writer, which as I saw it, meant that I would write stuff intended for others to read.
So here I am, writing about my hot flashing, hormone-driven life and sharing it with you.
There’s nothing wrong with being Emily Dickinson-like, keeping a diary or writing poetry that you don’t particularly want anyone to read. Maybe there are some who use their blog as they would a folder on their computer hard drive, and they don’t give a hoot whether anyone every reads it.
But I strongly suspect that most of us want other people to read us, even if only our loved ones and friends. There’s too many of us on Twitter, myself included, for me to think otherwise. We’re saying, “Read my poem, look at my blog post, buy my book (self-published or otherwise), and here is what I’m having for lunch. Pay attention to me.”
Remember the movie “Network” with the crazed Peter Finch leading the mantra ,”I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more?” I think our mantra is, ” I have something to say and I want to be heard.”
I WANT TO BE HEARD!
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