The most obvious reason to start writing is the need to express oneself in a different, more thoughtful way. Writing allows us to take enough time to properly develop what you want to tell.
An author may write only for himself or perhaps have something so important to share with others that it becomes compulsive, a necessity.
A novice writer may even have been drawn to the possibility of fame and fortune, although that kind tend to write fantasy novels and spend huge amounts of money on gambling.
In any of the above cases, the writer is always an avid reader, who tries to emulate and even improve those books that have marked him during his life. He tries to convey to others or himself the emotions that led him to forge his personality. Whether making it through fantasy, or by spreading a scientific, philosophical, artistic, ethical, biographical thinking…
I must confess that I am driven by a thought halfway between the altruism of those who seek the happiness of the reader and the monetary eagerness of those who desire money and fame: I want to tell a story. That story, I started telling it to myself, and then I went on to tell it to other people. To my Ideal Reader (as Stephen King rightly says), but mainly to myself.
And what’s my reason for telling myself a story? You’ll wonder. A writer should know in advance his creation, after all, it comes out of his head. Well, no more, no less than unraveling the details that make a story worthwhile. Of course, I know the characters of The Elliptical Galaxy, as they have come out of my imagination. And I also know the approximate development of the plot that drives the books. I’ve even profiled the outcome in a pretty clear way.
However, I have no idea how my next chapter is going to unfold. There are characters with which I have a firm intention to reach the end of the book, really. Instead, they encounter a tragic outcome because of a situation they fail to get out of alive. This may have a small impact on the argument, or an insignificant one, but it doesn’t change the fact that they have perished miserably, leaving me with a problem to solve.
Don’t take me for a callous and ruthless soul, please. I’m so sorry for her loss, and you can regret it. I would say even more, since they are my children in some way.
As insignificant as they role are in the story, I know those people much more intimately than anyone in this world. I know of their longings and hopes, their loves and disappointments. The children who await them home to which they will never return. When I start writing, I immerse myself in their world and accompany them from their first hesitant step in the book, to their sad end.
In the end, believe it or not, the story that leads me, not the opposite. She makes her own decisions and drives me to places that I didn’t know existed, and that they even shouldn’t exist.
That’s why I write. Not only because I hope you like it and transport you another world, but because…
I want to know what’s going to happen!!
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