Sometimes it seems as if everyone is trying to write a novel these days. Whenever I go to a coffee shop, I see many people typing away on their laptops, trying to get their thoughts down on paper. Every week, many new novels and collections of short stories are published, and sometimes it can seem as if there is no point in adding yet another book to this endless flood. Nevertheless, I still persevere in my attempts to become a published author. Why do I keep working at this? Many people have asked me this question over the years, and I have tried to answer it as clearly as I can.
The most basic reason that I continue to write is simply that I do not feel as if I have a choice. Writing is not just something that I do for fun or when I am bored. Instead, it is at times almost a compulsion. I have these stories and ideas in my head, and I have to get them down on paper. Putting down a story on paper and seeing it transformed from the idea in my head into words on paper is a wonderful sensation. It gives me such a feeling of pleasure when I am able to write a perfect sentence.
Even if I never become a bestselling author, I will continue to write. Writing is such a central part of who I am that I do not see how I could give it up without becoming someone entirely different. I have many ideas to express and stories to tell, and I want to continue to try to share them with the world. Just knowing that someone out there was moved by something that I have written would be the most wonderful feeling I could ever hope to experience.