I'm always tickled when I receive a letter
from a complete stranger complimenting my writing or requesting
permission to quote an excerpt from them. No matter
where I am in my writing career, whether still doubtful of my
abilities or an accomplished author, these messages boost my morale
and double my energy to keep pursuing a profession with unpredictable
results. Writing is a mad person's passion. Precious hours go to
waste when an article is not accepted or a book lags on the
publishers' circuit for a long time. Yet there are days when the
Why this crazy pursuit of the unknown?
What is it that drives artists and writers to realize an impossible
dream? Is it the challenge? Self-actualization? The need to prove
oneself? To save the world? To acquire fame and fortune? Or is it
rather an illness, a fixation, dementia..
I wonder if writers write because they
feel incomplete and look for their lost soul, or they write to share their feelings with the world, to
communicate with kindred souls, to offer a panacea to sufferers by exposing their own fears.. Sometimes we live vicariously
through others, because we lack the courage to challenge life
ourselves. Writing is a confession of secrets we would not dare
express to our most intimate friends. Sometimes the characters we
create are the alter ego we don't dare to be. To me writing is a
catharsis, never mind the results.
The journey to reach the acme of the
profession may not be easy , but it certainly provides fun and a few
jitters. The harder the challenges, the sweeter the victory. One word
from an interested reader, and I am recharged to continue my pursuit
with new zeal. Stubborn, yes. Incorrigible, absolutely. Volatle,
undoubtedly, otherwise how could I reach the unreachable heights?