Deep down inside, who do you write for?
Myself. By the time the editor gets through with my stories, I find them quite interesting but I hate all the re-writes.
Me.
I write for myself. I have to write. I have no choice in the matter. After that, I write for my family and my friends. Many of my books have been written for my children. If I can make one person think or one person feel good or change one person's life even a little bit, that makes me happy.
I write for all the people out there who are seeking encouragement and inspiration in this crazy world, especially those who can still see how beautiful the world and people really are.
There is only one person and that is me. I enjoy writting and creating things for my own amusement.
I write all of my stories for me!
I write for myself first, then the reader. My hope for all of my works is that the reader can be enveloped into something special, an escape if you will.
First and foremost for myself. Then for my publishers and editors. And finally for the readers in any amount that I have them.
I write for me and my enjoyment.
Myself.
Myself first... I write nonfiction, I'm a journalist so I look for stories that grab my head, heart and soul.
Deep down inside I write for myself. I have a strong passion for expressing myself. Yet I also write for those kindred spirits who feel the same way I do about the subjects I explore in words.
I write for myself and no one else. I do my best at what I do and if others like it, then so be it. I am not looking for a big payday, not that I wouldn't take one, but so many lose sight when they think money. I think, great story.
deep down inside I write for that one lone soul in the darkness struggling to break free. I write to touch hearts, minds and souls.
I write so that my having lived...lasts.
I write for life.
Myself, I guess. However, it is quite nice to get other's approval. |
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