Not that I want to smash that image of suffering for your creative urge. The largest percentage of working writers will never be made wealthy by their work, or even earn a living wage.  They will suffer rejection, loneliness, discouragement. (It’s an awful world of problems out there.) So, why do we write?

For love.

To begin with, how about the love for words? We love what they can do, and sometimes it seems like magic.  We swirl sounds and meaning around in our heads as we write. With our words we can create emotion, give motivation, awaken images, share information, open thinking. We put a word or sentence down, consider it, then, perhaps, back out and type in more powerful or more beautiful words. We create magic more potent and real than Harry Potter ever did. We create magic like J. K. Rowling did!

We love ideas. Whether we’re sharing them in non-fiction or fiction, it seems to me we must be excited by the idea and eager to share it if we’re going to write it. We must love the idea, in other words, and that gives us the fire to write it. After all, isn’t writing all about sharing ideas?

We love our readers.  (What? We won’t ever know who 99% of them are.) Well, are we writing just so WE can read our words? If not just for our reading alone, then why? We want to share. Sure, it’s nice to be paid for the sharing, but don’t we have to love those who may read what we write in some way?  I’ve heard more than once that it’s a good idea to picture one reader as we write, and write for that person. It’s so much easier if we learn to love that otherwise anonymous person. The motivation to work at our computers so we can share with that person is, I say, a true love.

We also love the sources of information we use in our writing.  Does the word love sound too strong for how we feel about the expert in a field we need to know more about for our purposes? (Suggestion:  Look up the words “love” and its related term, “affection,” in your dictionary.) Love breeds respect and kindness, and, golly, if we don’t treat our sources with kindness and respect we sure won’t (1) get their best and willing help, and (2) ever be able to use them as a source again.

Love ourselves.  Love our unique ability to create with words. Love the message or adventure we are sharing. Love our neighbor, and our neighbor’s neighbor. (Oh!  That’s me.)

Who or what can you love today?



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8 Responses to “WRITING FOR LOVE”

  1. J. R. Lindermuth Says:

    Well said, Radine. It’s the difference between those who want to be writers and those who want to write.
    Besides, if you don’t love yourself how the heck can you expect anyone else to love you?

  2. Jackie King Says:

    Love words, you and your excellent mysteries.

  3. Donna Says:

    ABsolutely, Radine. and your love for your readers shows in your books. You might add love for our characters, too.

  4. Radine Trees Nehring Says:

    I am ever grateful for my good writing friends! Jackie, will I see you in Claremore on the 17th of March? (Signing for Boardinghouse Books at the Ladies’ Lifestyle Extravaganza?)

  5. radine Says:

    Thanks, Donna. You are so right. I did leave out love for our characters and that most certainly applies!!!

  6. radine Says:

    Exactly, John. Nice to know others understand this.

  7. Marilyn Meredith Says:

    I wish I could see you at your signing, Radine!

    You are so right with this post–as you usually are. Since it’s Sunday, I’m going to be loving my Sunday School kids–saving my writing for tomorrow.

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