Today I read an article posted by my friend Jeanette Cooper at Authors Den titled "Why Do I Write?"
As a writer (novelist/poet), I would like to share with you the substance of the words I posted to Jeanette
in my review of her article:
In The Rose Garden of Richard Lee Orey
The Perfect Lover!
Since early childhood, I have enjoyed what most of us term "performing arts," i.e. singing, dancing, figure skating, etc. But it wasn't until I read Jeanette's article that I realized that writing is a performing art. We begin with absolutely nothing but a blank page, and soon we have created a written montage of life, itself, filling us and others with laughter and fear and delight and horror and excitement and tears that won't stop flowing. At times in our creative performances, we're much like a magician pulling a nonexistent rabbit from an empty hat while viewers stare in rapt amazement.
When I write, I create a unique world that touches and stirs my reader's emotions; and when I write well, my reader may forget the words I chose but never forgets the journey, itself.
And how do I know when I have written well? For me, it's when I can't stop rereading my own creation. My words are a sumptuous meal that I can't stop eating.
In the final analysis, writing is an ego-centric activity. And if I please you along the way, then what a wonderful day it is. How much more pleasure is there in life than to please another while you please yourself? It's like being the perfect lover!
I feel so much better now in having learned something new about myself. After rattling around this life for 79 plus years, it's exciting once more to savor a virginal experience.
Now, why don't you do something creative to please another while you please yourself? You, too, can be The Perfect Lover!