Day Forty-One, and Some Writers’ Thoughts on Why We Write

Posted Feb 19 2012, 12:08 am

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness.  One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.  ~George Orwell, “Why I Write,” 1947

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

If there’s a book you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.  ~Toni Morrison

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.  ~Ray Bradbury

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.  ~E.L. Doctorow

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.  ~Vladimir Nabokov

As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me:  grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall.  ~Virginia Woolf

How’s your writing going today?



4 responses to “Day Forty-One, and Some Writers’ Thoughts on Why We Write”

  1. We write fiction because it gives a validity to our penchant for making up stories. Written fiction for entertainment is socially acceptable, spoken fiction is called a lie, and is not. *G*

    I’m so close, Elisa. Right now, most of my scenes are speedy little vignettes, most of which will either be cut or altered once I get a better feel for what goes where, comprised of the strings left dangling. They waft in the breeze, making them hard to grab, but I will tie them off!

  2. Teresa Hearl says:

    After the family drama week from hell, I have a few points to catch up, but I’m not doing too badly, even without sprints. I’m glad to say that the drama is somewhat resolved, and my Internet is back for my desktop. You looked so tiny on my phone.
    Though I love my family, sometimes I’d rather spend time with the people in my head. Fortunately, my daughter, the addictions counselor, knows it’s not drugs affecting me.

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