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A Million Words

Posted on | July 25, 2008 | No Comments

In  my  lifetime,  I  have conjured  over a million  words, enough to fill dozens  of books.  Words by themselves forming incomplete thoughts, stories  forever snuffed once the  fire is gone to finish them. Maybe those words just needed to  be expelled, more or less vomited out just to ease my troubled mind. Those unfinished thoughts broken down to just plain  old words that don’t mean much after reading. What  has  changed? Why  can I finish the stories now?

The only thing I  can gather is I am writing to not just for a cathartic  effect  but for a purpose,  my purpose on this world.  There is nothing in this world, I could even imagine me doing. There is no other career path in the world that is for me, a reason why I have dozens of different jobs in my short life.  Writing consumes me and jails my thoughts. It is an obsession to write but it is also an obsession to be read.  Even in my journals,  I hope some person reads them and learns my thoughts when I am dead. Perhaps they would enlightened.

As my focus becomes more defined, my goal is not only to write but to give somebody something.  I don’t know what the  something is but I want to leave an impression on this world and the only way I know by writing.

Category: notes on writing

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  1. Chuck (a/k/a Rhonda)
    July 25th, 2008 @ 1:12 pm

    I love what you say here and believe you share the same or at least extremely similar views as other writers. As a writer myself, I have gone from job to job just to get paid, but my heart is in words, books, creating something that will be of use to somebody else. I recently got a job offer to write – for the first time in my life, I am where I want to be. I pray I finish my memoir or at best can write more regularly in it to make it complete my life’s journey. Best to you and have a great weekend.

    Chuck (a/k/a Rhonda)s last blog post..Memories with Cobwebs

  2. PlotDog
    July 26th, 2008 @ 8:46 pm

    I have said that write because I am miserable when I do not. That is only part of the deal.

    But, I should say I agree with you, the big payoff for me, (no real money to this point) is when someone reads my work. More to the point, is moved enough to express an opinion.

    Part of my obsession with knowing I have had someone read me is that I have a collection of emails, text messages and a few phone messages I have save where readers of my novel have contacted me and expressed, well, anything. I like the when they cuss and tell me I could NOT have killed that person. (Ain’t thrillers grand?)

    I love knowing my words are a rock thrown into the lake of the reader’s mind and ripples were strong enough to make them react.

    For me, the “something” you talk about is impact.

    Great post. I love hearing writers talk about why.

    PlotDog

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