I write because of this man.
Recognize him? That would be J. R. R. Tolkien.
I still have this memorized:
“In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an ozzy smell. Nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat. It was a Hobbit hole, and that means comfort.”
I probably messed up some of the punctuation, but still. My geek card is intact.
So what inspires you?
For me, it’s heroism and sacrifice. True love that beats death, beauty and nobility going hand in hand. I love characters who do not give up, who hold to what’s right even if it hurts them. I love stories with what housemate Celine calls an “epic” scale – the events involved affect more than their immediate surroundings.
In other words, what’s done matters.
I want to share the thrill.
I want to give other people the same this-world-lessening, hope-inducing, angst-creating, powerful stuff-matters thrill that I have when I read.
Even if all you want to do is tell a story, there’s something you want others to know as they read it. How life feels, pain, or thinking harder and deeper than we normally do. What it means to love and hurt, or lose love and fight, or go through moral crises when no way is clear.
What do you write about? What do you write for?
Why do you write?
Tell me in the comments.
