Most people who aren’t writers probably think we do it in hopes of becoming rich and/or famous. And they’d be partly right. Who among us doesn’t dream of writing a bestseller or winning a national award? Either accomplishment would be a dramatic game changer. Agents who told us thanks but no thanks would be knocking on our doors, contracts in hand. Manuscripts we’d failed to sell the first time around would be touted as diamonds in the rough. People who told us we shouldn’t quit our day jobs would suddenly be singing our praises, bragging to their friends about our marvelous talents.
Nice accolades, but they aren’t the ultimate goal.
While writers don’t often admit it, we love each and every wonderful, miserable moment we spend working on our books. We adore playing with words. Inventing characters and watching as they take on lives of their own. Exploring back stories and incorporating them into the plot. Researching locales and subjects that interest us. Our individual lists vary, but our objective remains the same: like most career-orientated folks, we want to make a living doing what we love to do.
On the surface, that might not sound like such a lofty goal, but those of us who’ve been at it for a while know the ugly truth: It’s incredibly hard to make a living writing books. But that doesn’t keep us from trying. Susan Boyle had been singing most of her life before being “discovered” on Britain’s Got Talent. Why? Because she loves to sing. I’ll go out on a limb here and say I don’t believe she would have given up music if she hadn’t landed a recording contract. A few lucky writers will realize their own Susan Boyle moment someday. Most of us won’t, but we’ll still continue to plug away on our keyboards until the day we die, ever hopeful that we might. Why? It’s elementary, my dear Watson. Because we love to write.