There is no such thing as writing for fun. It may be at times fun to write, but I firmly believe that true writing isn’t something you can just do for fun. Writing isn’t a hobby. It can’t be something that you were just bored on a Saturday and figured you should write about something.
I have mentioned before how writing is a bloodletting and I stand by my statement.
I can’t stand people who think writing is just a self-indulgent hobby.
Do you really think I enjoy characters smacking around in my brain? Is it really fun getting woken up at 3 in the morning knowing you have to turn on the computer and write this one scene down? Can you seriously look me in the eye and say it’s a blast not eating or sleeping for three whole days as this novel comes pouring out of you? You mean to tell me that it’s awesome getting your ideas rejected time and time again?
Writing as a hobby! It’s just not possible.
Let me clarify that a bit. A true writer, one who is committed to the craft of it (and may or may not be committed in another sense), would never say that writing is a hobby. It is something you either are or you aren’t. There is no in between and there is no hobby-ing here.
Writing is something you are born with. It is a gift handed down to you within your DNA. It can be a learned skill, but I don’t think a person can just fake being a writer. Writing is too much of an art and a science. You either have it or you don’t. You can learn techniques, but you can’t learn the art of it.
I am sorry if I offend anyone. It is just, to me, writing is everything. It is such a big chunk of who I am and it is just another link to my father and my family history. I hate when people look at what I do as just a hobby. Like I am some kind of bored woman who just dabbles in writing because I really liked English class when I was in high school.
I have been fascinated by words since I was four years old. I have been telling stories since I came out of the womb (sure, I didn’t use proper English until I was like 3, but still, I have a tape of me when I was real little just rambling gibberish for like twenty minutes…straight). I have been a writer and a storyteller my whole life. I don’t look too kindly on people who think I am just using my manicured fingers to write my blog before I meet the girls for lunch.
Sure, I let my life and others around me dictate that I couldn’t possibly be a writer. I even believed that I wasn’t one. Then one day, my writer self pushed forward and I haven’t stopped indulging her since. I may not always stop to write down my thoughts; but trust and believe they are in my head. I denied being a writer for so long and now look at me. My writing self didn’t go away; it just waited for the right moment. When that didn’t come, it took matters into its own hands and forced its way out.
True writing is not a hobby. I believe you either have it or you don’t. You can learn the techniques of it, but you can’t learn the art of it. Writing may hide inside you for while, but it will sneak out and smack you in the face. It’s up to you what you do when you get smacked.