What makes me want to write?

So tonight, I decided to really relax and think about what it is I want out of writing. What do I hope to accomplish with the whole activity that has so totally consumed me for over five years. Especially since my books, novella, and short stories of the past are sort of being held ransom. I am not going to go into details here but just know that sometimes it is far better to be your own publisher than rely on someone else.

And to think that from my childhood, (yes, I wrote a pilgrim story in 4th grade), I have been wanting to write. I do not want to work at an 8-5 job. I do not want to have to dress up. I do not want to have to have a life that revolves around someone else’s schedule. I want to go back to that earlier time when it was so easy to just grab a notebook and pencil and begin writing.

But now, this present day, I cannot write at all sometimes. I sit down with good intentions but there is always something else to be done, or something else that catches my attention and keeps my hands away from the keystrokes that will lead me to writing. I blame the Internet. Too many distractions.

If I am allowed to dream about being a full-time writer for a moment, I would like to say that traveling to different places to research my books would be my favorite part of writing. Can you imagine going to anywhere in the world to see places that will become the fabric of the lives of characters in a book? How cool is that? A suspense thriller set in Thailand. A romantic comedy in Italy. A YA fantasy in a world that looks a bit like Colorado. Ah. Yes.

And if I were a full-timer, I would plan elaborate book tours and enjoy the people who would read my work. I would relish hearing them say what was the best part of a book for them and know that they REALLY got it as we sipped Macchiatos and laughed together. I would love to stand in front of them and discuss the writing of the book and how it came to be and hear their questions as they marvel over how clever I am. And I would have the time and freedom to do all of this and more, and then I would go home. Home to my fabulous exclusive house in a secluded area of a suburban place, something that is interesting and writer-friendly and completely paid for by my writing efforts.

But as it is, I am only dreaming of such a life. Hope wells everlasting in a writer’s heart, and so I am no different. I do appreciate your visit to my blog and my website, and if I can ever get my butt in the chair and hands on the keys, I promise to produce a book for you that you will love and enjoy.

About master

Kim Smith is the author of Disk of Death, The Dread Room, Love Inn, and An Unexpected Performance.

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