Is that the question?
I think it might be.
But what is the answer?
Man, I have NO idea.
But this, I now realise, is how I’ve lived my life. Past and present. As in, for the longest time (until 01-01-08) i hid behind a bottle, but this last short while (ok, more than a year now) I hide in my head.
Coelho wrote, “For inspiration, I have to make love to life.”
I certainly don’t do that.
Coelho also wrote, “If you don’t act sincerely in your life you deceive yourself and you deceive others.”
And I think I am sincere. But then by writing I’m kind of deceiving? But also –hopefully– illuminating. Or allowing someone to see a step toward some kind of illuminating moment. No?
I quick searched for a Stephen King quote, but couldn’t find it, though I think it goes something like: “I’m a father first, a husband second, a man of my place and time third, and a writer last.”
And I’m not that either.
So what gives me the right to write? Just cos I can. Cos some days I HAVE to. Cos it MAKES me feel alive and connected, however much I’m falsifying my reality. Or the one others may eventually read about.
Another King quote, and this one I found: “Fiction is the truth inside the lie.”
So that’s ok. Now I don’t feel so bad. 😉
I’ve added a word count tracking gizmo on the right, courtesy of http://www.critiquecircle.com
I hope they don’t mind.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ve begun yet… can you not see the zeros? 😉 But it does mean I’m getting closer.
Oh, and thanks again to all those liking and following. Tis MUCH appreciated. Of course, it does make me wonder if I turned off the comments, though… 😉