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What Fuels Your Passion To Write?

I was asked this through my editor Karina Fabian by a reviewer of Infinite Space, Infinite God, II and it was an easy answer to write. In fact, I wrote an entire essay on it that I may one day post here. However, in a nutshell, here is my response:

What Fuels Your Passion To Write?

For years I have been an entertainer, first as a stage magician, then as a stage actor, and now, in this season of my life, as a writer. Through all of this, I have taken great delight in creating worlds of my own making and sharing it with others—to safely and courteously be a talented tour guide as I lead my audience through equal parts of wonder and danger (And who is to say they are not one and the same?)—and then hear the words, “Well done,” and Thank you.”


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Nov. 15th, 2010 04:03 pm (UTC)
For me it's usually somewhere between just plain "wanting to be a writer like all the people I read growing up (Poul Anderson, Andre Norton, Rober E. Howard, etc.) and it's one of the few emotional and personal outlets I have in my day to day life. I guess I'm saying that it's because as unhappy as I all too often am with what I've written, not writing is even worse.

Of course, the odd bit of praise or delight from someone who's read some of my work is so very wonderful.
Nov. 15th, 2010 04:14 pm (UTC)
What fuels my passion to write is the random ideas I get from my over-active imagination. Occasionally I find out about some random minute facet of life, such as EMPs or something, and my mind automatically shoots off in random directions, developing ideas and characters and storylines as fast as you can bat an eyelash. I've done that so many times, it's not even funny. Most of the time I don't get to write them down in time, and I forget them. But my mind will burst if I didn't write at least some of them down. So much lost potential has occurred because I was unable to get to a pen and paper in time, or somebody telling me to go do something else and me forgetting about it....or writing it down and losing the paper. :-/

I would be an accomplished author if not for those little intrusions that interrupt and make me forget.... *sigh*
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