Monday, May 18, 2009

Why do we write?

Why do we write knowing that only a miniscule percentage of us will make it to the point of being able to give up our day jobs? Is it compulsion, a few words scratched on the cave wall to mark our passing? Is it the heart-stopping hope that some editor will relent and guide our efforts into print with the words “New York Best Seller List” on the cover of the sequel? Or is it just the pleasure of entering a private world at the end of a long day’s grind? Whatever the reason we know it is worth it, and there is always the chance of that elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The lure is strong, but also the spinning of tales is in our blood.