Just as with any art form, some of us feel a compulsion to write, whether it be articles, poetry, short stories or novels. But also as with any other art form, it does the beg question why do we do it?
Is it our wish to interpret? We could interpret a scene by writing a poem or an article about it, or painting it, or writing a piece of music inspired by it. The result is the same. We end up with our interpretation of what we are seeing in front of us.
Then comes the question - what to do with it. The composer will hopefully find musicians who might play it for him - at whatever level it merits. The painter may have his painting framed and hang it on his wall, or if he feels it is good enough, put it in a gallery and hope to sell it. What of the writer?
I used to sell quite a few articles to various magazines - Educational ones, County Ones (e.g. Lincolnshire Life), The Lady. It used to be a chore parcelling them up and sending them off. Maybe these days with computers there is an easier way. But I no longer do this. I do, however, get pleasure from writing.
The very nature of the creative process is to share it I think? I would be interested to see if you agree. Luckily there are other ways to share written work without the chore of trying to get it published. One is through blogging - after all your writing gets to a good, wide (and critical) audience. Another is to join in a Writers' Group.
Our Writers' Group met this morning and although it was the AGM we did also find time to all read out our Open Manuscript pieces and to have brief discussions on them afterwards. The whole process keeps you on your toes and makes you write.
In Blogland the standard of writing varies greatly and one cannot help but gravitate to a style one admires. To this end I never miss Pamela (Pamela Terry and Edward) whose lyrical style is exceptional; I also go to Tom Stephenson every day because he writes in such an amusing way that he always makes me laugh; and John (Going Gently) has such a wealth of stories about the Welsh village where he lives that one almost feels one knows the characters (a bit like a Welsh Archers). Others, too numerous to mention give me a lot of pleasure. Their writing certainly gets out into the world, literally, and in my view that is exactly what the creative process of writing should do. Do you agree?