By Bonnie Stanard
Nobody asks Jeff Bezos or Bill Gates why they do what they
do. Or Hillary Clinton or Michael Bloomberg. For that matter, nobody asks James
Patterson or J.K. Rowling. So is it a matter of celebrity or wealth?
However, does anybody ask teachers why they teach? Or pilots
why they fly? Waiters why they serve tables? Or farmers why they farm? Okay, so
you’re not earning a living wage by writing, maybe that’s it.
On the other hand, does anybody ask you why you watch
television? Or collect recipes or go fishing? Or do things we consider pastimes
rather than professions? Well, can we say writing is not perceived as a
pastime?
Then how do you explain your writing to yourself, much less
anybody else? There are probably as many answers to that question as there are
writers. Here are some of my ideas about why we write.
Uncertainty as a way of life.
No morning is like another. What we think on a given day
never returns. The house we live in is temporary. The weather is different
every day and we perceive it differently every day. Our beliefs change. So too
our likes and dislikes. Friendships come and go. And we forget, unless we
write.
Exactitude is not the truth.
The bank puts a number on your monthly statement but that is
no truth. We know the hour and minute of every day. We know the cost of a
gallon of gas; the address of our dentist; the speed of light; the depth of the
ocean, and the distance to Mars. What we know as fact is not the truth. We
write in search of the truth.
Limits of language to relate reality.
Language is our inheritance. Our words are tailor-made by
our predecessors who would guide us in the path they found valuable. While our
language benefits us, it limits us, may even bully us into extrinsic concepts. As
writers we try our best to transcend the prison of words.
Instability of morality.
What is good and what is evil is decided by people, humans.
And human fallibility affects our decisions. A hundred years ago people of good
conscience enslaved other people; unwanted newborns were drowned; poverty led
to imprisonment. Today you find people who believe a person is “good” if they obey
a country’s laws. What is orthodox is praised even if dishonest. Amid this moral
perplexity, we write to discover our beliefs.
Affirm our self-consciousness.
Writers such as Wolfe or Joyce showed us that much can be
said about what goes on inside our heads. We write to get to know ourselves.
In many of these instances, we are in conflict with either
ourselves, our culture, or our human condition. What we see on television or in
our neighborhood inspires us with feelings such as pride, suspicion, hatred,
admiration. Then it’s time to sit down at the computer and start a story or poem.
I can agree with most of this. Whether we have a power over us that brings both rebirth and destruction, and the nature of that power are questions to write about.
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