Friday, September 3, 2010

Laboring on Labor Day

I don't have anything spectacular to tell you today. It's just one of those days, which I think should be allowed to everyone once in awhile, especially on a holiday weekend.

Right now I'm reading Quit Your Day Job. In it, Jim Denney has caused me to do a little deep thinking (which is probably part of the reason why I feel so tired) by asking his readers why they write.

After reading this, I considered it for a time.

It can't be that I write for the money, because I haven't made any. (Well, not for a long time.) It can't be that I write for fame, because nobody knows who I am. It can't even be that I write because I have something deep to say, because nothing that I write is ever deep, unless it's by accident.

My conclusion is that I don't know why I write. I just write.

So this very short post (short because I deleted the deep part—it just wasn't me) is to ask, does anyone else out there even know why they write? Personally, I don't know why. I'm just compelled to, even though I've been a little road-killish this last month. (You'll have to check August's post if you want to know what I mean.) But the vultures don't have me yet, and I'm hoping that Jim Denney's book will help me get back in the game as a consistent writer before they do.

So happy Labor Day. May your labors in the world of writing be profitable ones.


  1. I write because I have to. If I didn't, I'd be locked up in an asylum. It's an outlet because I don't paint or knit. It's a vent to say things to people who have offended me. It's a challenge to keep my mind and vocabulary in working order. It's a release to know after two hours at the computer I have done something in this world that no one else has done. Because no one can tell the same story the way I do.

  2. Awesome! I totally agree. No one has the same stories inside of them. What a waste when people don't write their stories down to share with others.