I was going to write about genre today. Then I got to thinking about all the specifics and generalities, all the ‘rules’ of writing, and about the craft and how you’ll always be perfecting it, never fully perfect.
Then I generally felt kind of dumb.
Here I am thinking about all these rules, rigid and cold.
Where’s the emotion?
Why did I start writing?
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I enjoy it.
I read a blog post yesterday about caring less. I think that’s a really good idea – to care less. About your rough draft writing, that is. I’m sticking to rough drafts here – no pinning me as responsible for blown kitchens. I say you should care about most things. Like hygiene, sleep, and how long ago you turned the oven on.
I love how Cheryl said it. You can find her post here – if you’re a writer, or anyone who isn’t enjoying doing what they once did, I suggest you read it. She talks about how we should stop caring about how this sentence looks, perfecting this chapter, stop caring that this isn’t the perfect word, while we’re sitting down to simply write the rough draft. If you do, you’ll never get anywhere and the enjoyment you could have gotten from writing will be sucked away into a dismal abyss of nothingness.
You can have all the rules down pat, all the structural advice, all the professional know how, all the best of goals planned out. But nothing writing related matters at all if you don’t have one key ingredient where writing is concerned.
When someone asks you why you write, what’s your answer? Mine – because I love it. Because my brain is constantly in some alternate world brimming with craziness and thrill. Because before I go to sleep, when I wake up, and all throughout the day – I have these people in my head that I wish were real and I want to know what goes on with them, more and more. Because I have something to say and I can say it through them.
(I think writing is the only career you can have where you WON’T get thrown into a mental institution for talking to people in your head.)
My passion is most certainly writing. It’s a part of me and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Writing has always made the unbearable just a little more bearable for me. It is my therapy I suppose.
Everyone says if you’ve decided to become an author – try and do something else. When I don’t write, I go through these strange depressed periods (kind of like when I don’t exercise). When I start up again, I feel better instantly. Writing is my release. It’s my passion.
When you write, your passion translates through to the reader. If you care, they’re more likely to care. It doesn’t matter if your purpose for writing is to inform others or to learn about yourself, to make a point, or to write on something that takes up your thoughts and importance. If you’re passionate about it, you enjoy it.
The title of this post is: my love, my passion. Don’t you think we should be able to title everything important in our lives with that? If you’re doing something, it better be either out of necessity or passion. If not, you’re not going to be happy.
We all have to do things we don’t want to. That’s just called life. But those things we can control, those things we have a choice in, we shouldn’t waste that choice, that chance.
Your passions are what make you – you – and gives you the potential to grow and to feel fulfilled.
Don’t ignore what burns within you.
What are you passionate about?