the Unending Journey of the Wandering Author

A chronicle of the unending journey of the Wandering Author through life, with notes and observations made along the way. My readers should be aware I will not censor comments that disagree with me, but I do refuse to display comment spam or pointless, obscene rants. Humans may contact me at thewanderingauthor at yahoo dot com - I'll reply as I am able.

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I have always known I was meant to write, even when I was too young to know the word 'author'. When I learned that books were printed, I developed an interest in that as well. And I have always been a wanderer, at least in my mind. It's not the worst trait in an author. For more, read my writing; every author illuminates their heart and soul on the pages they write upon.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Writing, the Journey of Life

I just learned of a challenge over on skint writer's blog. It happens to be one that in my present mood I can't resist. Skint's own poem in which he likens his writing to a dragon is a wonderful one, and I enjoyed it very much, but it doesn't reflect my own experience with writing.

Skint speaks of "waking" his dragon, which was reluctant to rouse, and only became demanding after he'd prodded it into action. In my own life, I've never needed to waken the urge to write, in fact I have never known its absence. I cannot remember a time when I was not fascinated with words, with reading, with books. The moment I was old enough to grasp the idea that people wrote these books, I wanted to be one of them.

I had a hard time imagining that everyone else's life didn't also revolve around the desire to write. I couldn't imagine anyone ever wanting to do anything but write when there was such a fantastic, wonderful possibility available. The whole idea caught me up so much I wanted to learn, and be involved in, every aspect of book creation. I learned about publishing, and then I learned about the process of printing itself.

I learned to set type by hand, to make up a press, to ink it and then watch the type imprint letters on fresh paper. Every bit of this seemed pure magic to me. When I was hurt, the greatest balm I could find was the chance to write about the experience, to transform it through the magic of creation. When I was joyful, the words bubbled forth.

Whatever I have ever done in life, writing is a necessary accompaniment for me. It is as basic, as vital, and as unquestioned as my breathing. Just the process of setting words to paper using a pen is pure magic to me. I take joy in holding a pen, and allowing my words to flow through my mind, down my arm, and out onto the paper by this simple but oh so mighty and mysterious instrument.

Every step of my journey has taught me the value of writing. There was a time when, discouraged at the state of the publishing industry, I decided it might be impossible ever to succeed as a writer. I tried setting it aside, and turning to something else. It was something I enjoyed, but still I was not complete, not happy, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore the need inside me, it remained.

When I noticed the new possibilities inherent in the Internet, it was like rain in the desert. Having new opportunities to build a name for myself as a writer is not a guarantee that I will succeed, in any ordinary sense. But that long, barren stretch of my journey during which I believed writing was denied to me has taught me one thing. If I never make another penny by writing, I will still write. If I never receive any reward beyond the satisfaction of creation itself, I will be content.

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5 Comments:

Blogger Susan Abraham said...

What an exciting post, WA.
Didn't expect you to do the challenge & am thrilled that you did.
You really are passionate about writing. It seems to feed your soul with an urgent, desperate nourishment to keep your spiritual hunger satisfied, and yet it seems that it must feed you continually.
You relish the entire art, even the penmanship.

And WA, this part of your life...

I learned to set type by hand, to make up a press, to ink it and then watch the type imprint letters on fresh paper. Every bit of this seemed pure magic to me

True innovation!

February 07, 2007 7:17 AM  
Blogger Lyrically speaking said...

I write for the love of writing, if you're doing it for money or fame then definitely you're in the wrong field. It seems like that's not the case for you, you have this passion for it so keep up the good work. I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog

February 07, 2007 3:33 PM  
Blogger RomanceWriter said...

The last few lines are true to how I feel to. I enjoyed reading about your writing journey thus far.

Hope all is well with you,

Sara

February 07, 2007 7:42 PM  
Blogger Miss Kitty said...

I guess I write (blog) because it's fun. I'm working on my book right now because I think it's a story that really needs to be told. Writing's usually enjoyable for me, except when I'm in the beginning stages of putting together a new syllabus or handout. Then it's hell.

Do those count?

February 08, 2007 3:36 PM  
Blogger The Wandering Author said...

Miss Kitty, I think those count. Every writer has their own reasons.

February 10, 2007 3:48 AM  

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