Wendy says that to me all the time – she’s my best friend and probably knows me better than anyone else. So mostly, I ignore her when she says it. Still, those single three words come back to haunt every time I sit down to write.
So why do writers write?
Maybe that’s why. So many ideas floating in the subconsious outer-hemisphere, all of them begging to be put on paper (or a thumbdrive). For me, it’s therapy. Really! From my earliest days I’ve always needed a place to escape. Throughout adolescence, I escaped into the theater – acting, directing and writing plays. In college, my escape found me with a guitar on my lap and a microphone in my face. As a mother raising kids – well, you’ll have to ask them (pay no heed to the satire behind their smirk). And now, my days are filled with escaping – to the Caribbean in the 18th century or into the bowels of a haunted house, occasionaly I find myself working through the twisted maze of a sinister hospital. All great things in my life.
So why do we (writers) write? Because we have to – it’s in our souls. We are mad! Crazy in love with the creative process and the prospect of visualizing a concept. This is something that we must share with others. Hence, a book, poem, magnificent piece of art or movie. It’s all about the same thing, an idea.
“I believe you must be madly in love with cinema to create films. You also need a huge cinematic baggage.”—Jean-Pierre Melville
(I love that guy’s name – I guess creating is in the blood! And YES! We’re nuts.)