1. Bursts of creativity and story lines that are too good to pass up. 2. I have total control. If I hate someone, I can kill them, if I get mad at my heroine, I can have her get pregnant and ruin her life from there. 3. A desire to play things out as I want them for once. Oh, and it's very fun even if I don't get my way. 4. Total control and the fun factor. 5. Crappy romance that never sees the light of day upon completion, and adventure.
I find if it's on the paper it's not in your head anymore. If you worry about friends, situations, or aren't happy with your own explanations, writing gives this a definite form. When something is in your head, it can never be definite. So, in a way, writing sort of nails down the amorphous stuff in your head and gives you peace.
I have no idea why I write, actually. I used to write to amuse my little sister, then wrote nothing for 10 years after she grew out of my little fanfics. I recently started again. I suppose I get the satisfaction of other people's pleasure in my work, as long as someone likes it then I'm happy. I don't do it for my own satisfaction in the story since I can keep that in my head and therefore is no need to write it down......
1) What compels me to write is the fact that if I don't, I might actually go insane, what with all the millions of imagined conversations going on inside my head (and no, I'm not cuckoo). 2) I write because I have to, because I need to. It's what keeps me civilized. 3) My life's a bore and ever since I started reading Blyton at the age of 8 or 9, I've dreamed of living in a world where everything is not as boring or ordinary as the one I inhabit. As I got older, my imagination went on to include suave vamps, daredevil-ish weres, and murderous faes. And writing about them, imagining a world without routine & predictability, is what keeps me from throwing myself off the nearest cliff. 4) I only like writing when I have something to write. And most of the time, I'd rather be reading than writing. But it's when I started writing short stories for children (my little cousins, or my friends younger siblings), and they seemed to enjoy the stories so much, that I decided I actually DID like to write...if only for other people. 5) I think I mentioned this before but it's the fantasy genre that keeps me happy. Anything "real" or non-fictional puts me to sleep as a reader (unless it's historical...ancient) and I wouldn't want to do that to anyone as a writer.
1.) When I read something on the Internet, from a book, or dream, I think that it would make an awesome story, and thus I write. 2.) I write because I need to get all of the ideas out of my head and down onto paper, so I can focusing on other important things. 3.) Being related to six men who flew with RAF Bomber Command during WW2 and just being an avid air war "nut" and I've always loved the notion of flying. 4.) Having control over the novel's characters and putting them in life or death situations, that they'd probably hate to even think about. 5.) I love writing wartime historical fiction (I am a stickler for accuracy in my novels actually, right down to the last tiny detail).
I write because I enjoy it. Sitting down and exploring my imagination and expressing my emotions is a type of therapy for me. After a good session, I have something to show the world, and I feel good inside. Sometimes I write as a way of pondering my life. Asking myself questions and such. Mainly for the enjoyment though.
I write because I want to. I really don't know where my inspiration comes from though, its kind of random. Sometimes I'll write really deep and intense stuff, and sometimes I'll write for the heck of it. I decided I liked to write at a young age, when my teacher gave me a perfect grade on six essays. (In a row)
For me it was the story, not the compulsion to write. It has been eating away at my brain for years and I never had the inspiration nor the know how to put it on paper. I could see it in my mind as a sort of movie. I just couldn't do it. Then I changed direction to writing it in the first person and it flowed like a waterfall. As to why. The story was so vivid that I felt if I didn't write it for others to see, it would continue to haunt me. I think that answers #2, #3, and #4. What do I write? My current story is based on a childhood memory of, nothing more then, a simple miniature rose bush that had a bumble bee hive in its roots. My brother and I used to call it the bumble bee bush because every time it bloomed there would be hundreds of bees all over it. That was our reality based solely on our observation. We were little and didn't really grasp the difference between plant and animal yet. So in our minds; every time a rose would open an bumble bee would born.
What compels you to write? The power of Seth! (The guy in my avatar) No, really, it's...I have to because it's life. Writing is my soul. It is my life and my heart and my blood and my reason to breathe. I feel such incredible awesome joy when I am writing well. And even when it's coming slow and I am beating my head against the keyboard and taking seven to eight hours to produce one paragraph, it is still the most amazing awesome meaningful thing I can ever imagine. I read on some agent blogs that people are like oh noes writing shouldn't be your identity and it's just a hobby and stuff. That ain't me. Writing is my identity. It's not just a hobby. It's not even just a lifestyle. Typing out these words, finding the right word, the right rhythm, the right everything - this is life. This is the real true blood and bone and gristle stuff right here. So yeah, I'll stand up and say it loud and proud. I am a writer. Why do you write? Because I have to. Because the joy is addictive. Because it's who I am and how I live. What makes you write what you write? If you mean Sims stories in general - I love the community and the instant feedback and how the pictures add to the story and the way that I can push against the limits of the game to shape my plots. If you mean Valley and 10 in specific - Valley went straight to my fingers from my subconscious while my conscious brain laughed and giggled and drowned in happiness chemicals. 10 - I know a lot more about the structure and plot of 10 than I did with Valley, but it's still just pretty much straight from my subconscious. And it's not a Sims story because I want to re-learn how to write without using pictures, so that perhaps one day I can try to get something published. So I suppose all of my thoughts and emotions and experiences come together and shape the stories that I write. What made you decide you liked to write? Dude, I don't know. All I know is my mother gave me my journal from second grade and I wrote "I want to grow up to be a real true story writer" in it on three separate occasions, and once it was heavily underlined. What Do You Write? Love. Hate. Life. Death. Fire. Water. Stars. I write symphonies and silly songs. I write tragedies and comedies with audience participation. I write of zombies and abs that sparkle and men who burn with dark fire and women who hold the universe within themselves. I sing the keyboard electric.
I write because I have a fear that if I do not get an idea down quickly I could loose it, and you never know which idea could be "the one".
Because i love it. I may want to do it for living one day, that would be the dream. Ive wanted to write since probably 5th grade when i wrote an essay type thing about what my coutry meant to me. It was a contest between the 4th to 8th graders at my school and i won. That feeling...i loved it.
Having just joined the forum, this seems like a very good place to start. The "why" of writing changes in some ways over time, as different events or ideas generate the urge to either speak out on it or create something around it. But there is always a constant, which has been there for me since I was 10 years old (a rather long time ago). I went on a three-week trip to England and Ireland with my parents (and got out of school to do it!). Naturally, I was given a host of work to do on my own so I wouldn't fall behind (I ignored most of it and fell behind, anyway), but I also had one other utterly fascinating assignment - write an essay about the trip. We got back home on a Friday, and I spent part of the weekend doing enough of my subject assignments so that I could say, well, yeah, at least I did some of it. But the rest of the time - most of the time - was spent on the essay, into which I tried to cram every bit of detail I could about what had been up to that point the greatest adventure of my life. It came to more than 20 pages. Come Monday morning, I proudly presented my masterpiece to my teacher, who regarded my 20+ pages with something close to pure horror (all right, I admit it - my penmanship was awfull; even I couldn't always read it). She never said a word to me about it - good, bad, indifferent. But by the time I was 12, the urge was back, stronger this time. My dad had bought my mom a typewriter so that she could practice and go back to work, and once she did, I commandeered it. Sitting in front of a typewriter with a blank piece of paper loaded was like standing on the edge of a new frontier, with prospects unlimited and only the boundaries of my imagination to limit me. I started writing a war story, and then realized I didn't know enough about it to write it (and I hadn't even yet heard the phrase "write what you know"). I started to read more. At 13, at a Christmas celebration, my grandmother tossed out a question I'd been asked often - "What do you want to be when you grow up?" - and for the first time in my life, I had the answer: "A writer". Except my older cousin beat me to it, and the last thing I wanted to do was to sound like a copycat of my cousin. So, I said something else. And then I rationalized it with self-doubt: who was I to think I had anything to say to anyone else? What gave me the right to put something out there for others to read? I'll come back to this in a bit, but for now the "why" was again tamped down into "of course not". By 17, the urge had risen up, stronger than ever, and I even had a couple of friends in school with whom to share. And then, in English class, we were given an assignment like none before: write a play. As I tried to decide what to write, I suddenly had a vision in my head of the perfect dramatic scene, and I wrote a play designed to include it. I got a B. No comment, no suggestion about what I could have done to make it better. I occasionally wonder how different things would have been if that teacher had come to me and said, "Ed, that play really stunk. Now, do you want to be a writer? If so, come listen to what was wrong with it - not for a grade, but just for the hell of it." I continued to write for a while, then stopped. I wrote a little while I was in college, but not much. I turned to politics, wanted to teach on the college level. Even pursued a PhD for a while, until it was obvious that this road was only leading to a life chained to my mediocre job in insurance. So, I went to business school and became a CPA, rationalizing (again) that my wife and family came first. Then we had two children with disabilities, and had to fight for them tooth and nail. Had to fight the mayor of New York and the governor of New York, had to write letters to the editor, op-ed pieces, and letters to legislators. And suddenly, I knew that for all these years, I had cheated myself. I had stifled the voice. Because the voice is why we write. The voice is what compells us to write. Not anyone else's voice, it's our voice. It runs the gamut of emotions, of opinions, of takes on human nature, of impressions of life. When we react to something, the voice usually has something to say about it. James Michener's voice led him to create characters named Pasquinel, Nellie Forbush, Yancey Quimper and Don Cayetano Mota, and Earnest Hemingway to create an unforgetable one named Santiago. These days, the voice is what compels me once again to try to publish one of the novels I have written, and to keep writing more. It's why I am now writing a play, my first attempt at that form since that irritating incident 39 years ago. And, yes, I am well aware that I waited 39 years too long. I'm looking forward to getting to know some of you, and sharing experiences with you as we go.
Because if I don't write these things down I think my head would pop. I have to make space to concentrate on other things. I have the most amazing dreams and keep a dream diary, so a lot of those entries evolve into short stories. I have always written as soon as I could read. My Mum insisted that I keep a folder and date everything I ever wrote, which I'm really glad she did I am inspired by anything and everything. Most often it's dreams and song lyrics. Sometimes news and current affairs or personal experiences but these tend to just get entwined into stories or poems I'm already working on or ideas I've kept a note of. I write to express my emotions and opinions, to analyse my own relationships and personality, to explore new ideas and evolve my opinions. Endless reasons really1
What compells you to write? I suppose it would have to be the feeling that if the words don't come out through my fingers, I can either walk around muttering under my breath, or just have my brains explode through my eyeballs from all the pressure. Why do you write? For the same reason I breathe. What makes you write what you write? The characters. If I get a character in my head, I start to ask them questions. What they desire, what they fear. What their world is like. Eventually the answers start to coalesce into a story. What Made you decide you liked to write? The feeling of pure joy. What do you write? A bit of everything. Poetry, plays, novels. My plays have so far been mostly comedies. With the novels, I've played around in different genres, but I seem to be returning more and more to Science Fiction and Fantasy. I'm Arvik, by the way. I'm new, but this place looks awesome!
What compells you to write? It just feels wonderful when I write. When I get a sudden inspiration, whether it be for a new story or filling a plot hole in a story I am in the process of writing, it feels so magnificent. Or when I sit down to write and the words come as naturally as breathing, it reminds me that this is what compells me to write; the mere greatness it feels to be able to put words onto paper and make them dance and come to life. Why do you write? I have always been a very quiet person. I usually prefer not to speak my mind but still wish for a way to get my thoughts out there. I think this is why I write; it is a way to get my ideas known in a subtle and indirect way. What makes you write what you write? Life experiences, whether it be from myself, a family member, or a friend. I also receive a lot of inspiration from small thoughts or questions that sometimes pass through my mind. I then expand upon those thoughts and questions, thinking, "What would life be like for someone who experienced that? How drastically would it change his view of life and the people around him?" or, "Could something as small and seemingly insignificant as that possibly change the rest of someone's life?" Sometimes I write these thoughts down, other times I don't. It usually depends on what mood I'm in that day . What made you decide you liked to write? I decided I liked writing after learning the endless possibilities it gave you. I remember one day when I was about eight, I found my brother online reading Pokemon fan fiction. I had asked him some questions about fan fiction and was fascinated with the idea that you could write your very own plots and ideas that others had not thought to put in the show. I later learned this is very much the idea of writing books; as someone had once said (paraphrasing here, not sure who exactly said it, either), if you think up something you would like to read but has not yet been written, write it yourself. What do you write? I write stories based around very vast subjects. Sometimes I'm in the mood to write fantasy, other times I'm in the mood to write mystery. I also enjoy writing fan fiction and am currently in the middle of writing a very long Disney story. Most of the things I write are lengthy in size; if when I become a writer, I plan on mainly writing novels for young adults. I mainly incorporate romance into all of my stories, usually with the thought that love is the most powerful emotion. It can compell characters in all directions. Where love might lead one person may be entirely different from where it leads another. In all of my stories, fan fiction or original, fantasy or adventure, you will probably find some romance involved at one point or another in the plot.
What compells you to write? It's usually the awareness that I'm not writing that makes me (try to) write. As of yet, I've written nothing particularly substantial. I've got a few ideas for novels, and it's really just a matter of picking one and sticking to it. I pay a great deal of attention to detail, and the brainstorming process is tedious for me. To cut out the irrelevant details, I am compelled to write by my own aspirations. Why do you write? I write because I want to make something worthwhile to somebody. I write because I know that regardless of what I write, it's new and has never in the history of literature been written before. Life seems more or less cyclical to me... we are born to a father and mother, grow up, have children of our own, and then we die, sometimes with fewer steps. Creating something unique sets me apart from all the other writers and non-writers that exist, have existed, or will ever exist. I also write because I'm relatively good at it, believe that I have potential, and want to embrace the possibility that I may someday be known for something, even if it is a one in a hundred million possibility. What makes you write what you write? I don't make life easy on myself... in fact, I think I make it much more difficult than I should. I've never had a relationship in my life, even though I'm relatively good-looking and an all around good person. It's because for some reason, since third grade, I've always chased the ones I knew I couldn't get. In short, my own life difficulties urge me to write, though my urge to write a Great American Novel and intolerance for anything subpar has put me at a standstill in creative development. What Made you decide you liked to write? I don't know if I like to write. That's the honest truth. I know that I'm fascinated by words, that I love ideas, and that I have the resolve to write... but writing itself? It's rather "meh" lately. I should take more time to enjoy the journey than the destination, but I'm impatient to write something meaningful, and that maybe my downfall. What Do You Write? Dramas, romance, and everything tying into the supernatural. I wouldn't call myself fantasy... if you would call me a "fantasy" writer (which would be off in the first place, since I haven't created anything yet) you should call me a realistic fantasy writer. I want my story to make sense, and want people to believe that it could actually happen. Also poetry, and I'd like to write screenplays. In all honesty, I write whatever crops up from my own experiences.
About time I did this. What compells you to write? The thought that maybe someone will understand where I'm coming from one day. Why do you write? Because sometimes there's no one to listen except a computer screen or notebook. What makes you write what you write? The clever little genius/monster living inside of me. What Made you decide you liked to write? The fact that people could get a look into my mind and imagination and sometimes they like it. Admiration, understanding and appreciation. What Do You Write? What I feel, what I know, and what I wish existed for people like me.
I write because it frees my mind of thoughts that I can impress upon. My need to see my writing in true font, to see it looking back at me compells me to write. The need to feel the words flowing from me. I write what I write because it's mystical, its something that not a lot of people are able to think up. I decided I like to write due to the fact that I entertain myself and other people with my ability to do so. I write modern day fantasy books.
1. When I do get myself to write it's usually an idea I had about a story I've gotten in my head or a new one. And bordum. 2. I write because I like being creative anyway I can. Plus I can get out ideas nobodys had (at least I hope), I'm not bad and people seem to want to hear them. 3. I'm not sure but sometimes I get a really good reason like I want to get out how I feel somehow without any chance of getting screamed at or weird looks. 4. I like coming up with stories and watching them and reading them. So why shouldn't I try my hand at it. 5. I like fantsey, horror, sci fi but usually it's some kind of fantsey with romance... as much as I hate romance books.
Fellow Writers, An interesting question and 'thank you' for it. I used to play Accordion before barely surviving being murdered four times in the last 9.5 years, now I write. It's just that simple. Another answer would be: "I got hit in the head". Seriously, I don't know why I write rather than play Accordion. This is why 'I used to play the Accordion', I loved it. Now I write. A 'little long winded' but here goes. My Greatest Accordion Performance or... 'Close your eyes and just play to me' Once upon a time... I went to the 'Dallas Accordion Association' meeting over in Ft. Worth one evening after work. I had bought a new {used} accordion and had not intended to play but just to show the accordion to a friend. I had been on a '250 square commercial roofing job' all day in the summer heat, had tar on my knees, hadn't eaten or had a bath, and had drunk '10 beers' on the way home to get my accordion and driving to Ft. Worth. As it so happened a realtor who wanted 'my 25 acres' and had been kicked out of the association for bad mouthing me, and had paid $10. each for each one of about 60-70 women from 'MADD' to join the association to vote me out. Rather than 13 people, like I expected there were, when I walked in the door, not only about 100 women from MADD. But the head accordion teacher in Dallas, Natasha Gedding. An accordionist who had a tape out and was real good, Alan Walling of 'Alpinmusikanten', and basically everybody who was anybody with accordions was there. Someone asked me to go sign up to play, and so I did. Boys it was a set up. When time came for me to play, they all started yelling and booing. I am hard of hearing anyway and I just couldn't hear to play. I tried and tried. And didn't understand the reason for all the commotion. I would start one song and get yelled down. I would start another and the booing was impossible to over come so I just stopped. I closed my eyes and held my hands open, palms up and said: "Help me Carol." Took a deep breath and as the room got a little quieter, started to play. {Actually the accordion repairman, the accordion tuner, at Natasha's request walked over to the realtors seat and said 'loud enough for everybody in the big room to hear him': I didn't see it because my eyes were closed, but somebody told me about it later.} "The cops are on the way", "one more word, and you are going to jail", "again"!" And Bryan Cepac stood and said: "He's hard of hearing! give him a chance!" The room got real quiet, Carol was my girl friend from Denver and was in fact still in Denver but was my spirtual guide too I had said 'help me Carol' I heard Carol's voice, as if she were there, say: "Keep your eyes closed so that you can't see all those people 'and play to me', just play to me I'll listen". I started playing and played for '20 minutes', {I heard later} Stopped on 'Du Du Leicht Meir im Hertzen' or 'You, You, the One of my Heart'. Opened my eyes, and made a formal bow like a classical pianist would, in perfect silence, and started walking back to my seat. All of a sudden the whole room broke out in applause, Yells, Cheers! It was deafening! I thought they were all going to jump on me but they loved it. The realtor was sued by the association for half a million, someone asked Natasha if she would give 'this guy' lessons and she said with tears in her eyes: "I would 'take' lessons from him." "My father was Russian and he loved that song." The guy with the tape out, Allan, said: Everything I play is exactly the same every time. My material is all memorized. This guy doesn't know from one second to the next what he is going to play. It's all improvisation, he plays what he hears in his mind. I would give anything if I could improvise like that. I just can't do that. And the waitress said to me 'as I was getting me a beer': "That was the best anyone has ever played in here, ever!" Boys the material was well... everything. Mexican music like the 'Corredo Coyote', the ballad of the Coyote. {"The Coyote is just out looking for something for his family to eat."} A Mexican lady from 'MADD' said: "I haven't heard that song since I was a little girl!" And became so hysterical she had to be taken from the room. "I'd marry that man!" German songs like the' Horst Wessel lied', where a table of 'Germans' stood and gave the Hitler salute. During the whole song, because: "It is not legal to play that song in Germany." "Or to give the Hitler salute, but that's part of the song, to stand and salute during its playing and we have never done that in our lives, its the S.A. marching song but it's legal here, and it was fun!" "We'll never forget it." Ha Ha, and with a tango ending! Ha Ha... Russian Baliliakas, Supe's light calvery overture, The sextet from Lucia de Lammermoor, by Gaetano Donnezetti {that killed them} Good bye old paint, Dixie, Bonnie blue flag, Du, Du, Licht mir im Hertzen, the Marines Hymn. Not only the requisite Waltzes, Marches and Polkas, every grade of music from Cowboy songs like 'Goodby Old Paint', 'Legend of Lobo', Mexican Corredo's, to classics like 'Opera', Music from every country and every time period, and every economic class, all run together in one giant medly, two or three or four or five... verses from each piece, all mixed up, it \was insane!... but beautiful. It was my greatest performance I knocked them dead and never went back Tschüß J. Winters von Knife {need a knife?} There exists a video of this event and if I can ever get it, it will... be cool.... Thank you J. Winters von Knife http://jacksknifeshop.blogspot.com/ Why do I write? A good question it is and {again} I 'thank you' for the question. My disability Judge, my Doctors and therapists, all told me to "write all those stories down". I started writing because 'they told me to', and am still doing so because of habit I guess. Thank you...♪ J. Winters von Knife Sandymay & Dukedog 'I decided to see 'if there was any law' in the United States. Well, I am happy to say that there is. But back to the book... 'Several Chapters' of short stories I wrote those for 'six years' after 'coming home'. To reinforce the fact, that if I wouldn't have spent 'six years' writing, I may not have been able to have written 'the letter' that brought down my enemies. I killed five cops with my keyboard, and didn't have to die in a hail of lead to do it. That, is why I write. Thank you... J. Winters von Knife
What compells you to write? Ideas that need to get on paper. Why do you write? Because I enjoy it. I do it for fun. What makes you write what you write? I have no idea! What Made you decide you liked to write? I tried it and I liked it, now I'm hooked What Do You Write? Everything that passes through my head before I forget it.
What compels you to write? I have this itch that starts up in my fingers. I'm fidgety. It's not a conscious decision that I want to be a writer. It's just a need to get this kind of static electricity out of my body. Why do you write? For the same reason. Sure, it would be lovely if I could write something wonderful, something that quenched it, but it is very likely that I never will. That's not my goal, though, so it won't be crushing if it never happens. I just need to write. What makes you write what you write? A lot of what I write right now is personal. I don't like to tell stories that have happened to me, I just tend to take something that I feel or fear and twist it into something that I find beautiful in its own way. I would like, in time, to push out of myself a little bit and write about what I don't know. What made you decide you liked to write? To be honest, I'm not altogether certain that I do like to write. It's a compulsion more than a desire. What do you write? Short stories, general fiction. A novel someday would be nice, but I want to improve my writing before I take it on. Also want to improve my planning and ability to set out the aspects of a novel that make it good. I would love to be able to write poetry. It's something that I've been doing since I was little, but I have very little patience for a substandard line in my own poems. Which is pretty much every one of them.
a)What compells you to write? b)Why do you write? c)What makes you write what you write? d)What Made you decide you liked to write? e)What Do You Write? a)Im not very sure, I guess its the need to put all my ideas in a paper before I forget them since I tend to imagine a lot of stuff all the time =) b)To create my own little worlds.:redface: c)My inspiration? Mostly stephen king and Anne Rice and about the fantasy is the movies I´ve watched, games I´ve played. I write horror and fantasy stories because they give me a good feeling. d)Hmmm that´s a tough one, I´d say all the books I read and the feelings they provoked in me, I wanted to show people my feelings too with my writings. e)I love writing fantasy, like in rpg style, with the characters traveling to unkown worlds and having to fight ferocious creatures, and horror stories that make you tremble at night when you are cozy under the bed covers.
