Why do you write?

[Aoife_from_Ulster]

 

[VerbalAbuse]

So that I can post in this thread, what do you think!?

 

[DeusAudivit]

Why do I write?
Having only taking fictional writing up recently I write because I want to. There is no rhyme or reason, I just wanted to do it.

 

[Lord_Libido]

At the risk of sounding overdramatic, I write because I must.
In the time and place I live in, I feel that writing is the most important thing I can do, but it doesn't feel important enough. Is that just ego?

 

[AStrangeDesire]

So, to answer the original post (from wayyyy back), "Why do I post on Lit..."

The long answer:
There are some stories that I've read, that impacted me. I wish the story (or series) went on, to spend more time with the characters.

If I can write something like that, leaving an impression on the reader, maybe so much so that they'll come back and read it again at some point in the future, that's why I write.

Chances are, I won't get there in any significant way. But that's why, sort of as a test for myself.

The other, more TL;DR version:
My wife said, "Your stuff is good, as good as the stories you showed me before, you should post it. People will like it." And after a year or so of that, I decided I'd try and see if she was right.

 

[anthrodisiac]

I'm writing here because, after almost 20 years, I stopped writing for 6 years. Life fucked me over hard, so I just slipped into a holding pattern of work and isolation, plus self-destructive coping mechanisms (the best kind ). Finally crawled out of that hole a few months ago and wanted to shake off the obvious rust. Still not quite back to peak form, but I'm just happy my brain has come up with story ideas at all.

Plus, there can never be enough anthro stories, and by the gods, I'm going to convert at least a couple people!

 

[TheWritingGroup]

Plus, there can never be enough anthro stories, and by the gods, I'm going to convert at least a couple people!

So I was reading fast and my mind turned that into "by the anthro gods."

Presumably these are the gods of Egypt, who take animal and half-animal forms.

 

[Lord_Libido]

So I was reading fast and my mind turned that into "by the anthro gods."

Presumably these are the gods of Egypt, who take animal and half-animal forms.

Bastet is the og cat girl waifu.

 

[BeechLeaf]

Why do I write? Why do I write here? Different questions. Well, here, recently, it's because my main writing threatened (a little, from time to time) to turn into massive bisexual orgies with potential incest, so I thought I'd spin those nasty thoughts off into a Literotica account. Problem is, I also thought I'd start here by building up gently from romance to group incest, with the result that I now have a nascent similar community of realistic characters, not the sex maniacs I was trying to expunge.

Why write? It's hard to imagine not writing. When I was very young I made up worlds and languages and... but actually writing the next Lord-of-the-Rings-but-better was elusive. Comedy was much easier. Then eventually I found I liked writing about people. You know, like proper novelists. Well, I've got to get friends from somewhere.

 

[BellaBestia]

I was always imaginative and everyone told me I write very well I should do it for a living but they failed to tell me it was near impossible to make a living from it. That only a blessed few of my favourite writers did not die penniless. Only a scant number of truly god-touched talented or very lucky writers earned their riches from their writing, but maybe they are cursed to continue churning out books for an insatiable fan base, their keyboards like red shoes permanently unrelentingly affixed, psyche and fingers bloodied. So for me it is relegated to mere hobby, for now.

Following the wisdom of Toni Morrison I wrote the stories I wished to read because no one else was writing them. Then I found people who thought like I did and lusted like I did, who like me must have lived in Paris with Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Miller and Nin. Maybe we were them in a previous incarnation. Drinking, carousing, fucking, rebelling and sometimes writing to please each other, to impress and infuriate and arouse each other, while the rest of the world largely ignored(s) us.

Older now, I thought I wrote because I wanted some small measure of permanence, of a kind of muted immortality. Even demigods could die. I wanted some proof I existed and my adventures and/or imaginative extrapolation of them had in fact occurred. Immortality, if not on paper then in binary code and I would continue like a ghost in the machine.

Now, knowing my genetic predisposition to Alzheimer’s, I just want to write them down and make them known before it all disappears, or like Rutger Hauer ad libbed in Blade Runner:
"All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain".

 

[AG31]

I'm writing here because, after almost 20 years, I stopped writing for 6 years. Life fucked me over hard, so I just slipped into a holding pattern of work and isolation, plus self-destructive coping mechanisms (the best kind ). Finally crawled out of that hole a few months ago and wanted to shake off the obvious rust. Still not quite back to peak form, but I'm just happy my brain has come up with story ideas at all.

Plus, there can never be enough anthro stories, and by the gods, I'm going to convert at least a couple people!

I'm glad you're here! From one small niche person to another.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

I'm glad you're here! From one small niche person to another.

What small niche are you? You write stroke.

 

[anthrodisiac]

I'm glad you're here! From one small niche person to another.

Thank you! I've been so touched by how accepting of this weirdo both the forum and the readers have been

 

[Dearelliot]

I'd like people to enjoy my stories, get a lot of pleasure out of reading them, but I think why I write is because I love to put the puzzle of ideas together and make it work...I dont enjoy finishing a story, I enjoy working on it...building.

 

[HollyGoQuickly]

I was always imaginative and everyone told me I write very well I should do it for a living but they failed to tell me it was near impossible to make a living from it. That only a blessed few of my favourite writers did not die penniless. Only a scant number of truly god-touched talented or very lucky writers earned their riches from their writing, but maybe they are cursed to continue churning out books for an insatiable fan base, their keyboards like red shoes permanently unrelentingly affixed, psyche and fingers bloodied. So for me it is relegated to mere hobby, for now.

Following the wisdom of Toni Morrison I wrote the stories I wished to read because no one else was writing them. Then I found people who thought like I did and lusted like I did, who like me must have lived in Paris with Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Miller and Nin. Maybe we were them in a previous incarnation. Drinking, carousing, fucking, rebelling and sometimes writing to please each other, to impress and infuriate and arouse each other, while the rest of the world largely ignored(s) us.

Older now, I thought I wrote because I wanted some small measure of permanence, of a kind of muted immortality. Even demigods could die. I wanted some proof I existed and my adventures and/or imaginative extrapolation of them had in fact occurred. Immortality, if not on paper then in binary code and I would continue like a ghost in the machine.

Now, knowing my genetic predisposition to Alzheimer’s, I just want to write them down and make them known before it all disappears, or like Rutger Hauer ad libbed in Blade Runner:
"All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain".

This is really lovely. I'm glad that you write/have written for all of those reasons. I hope the horrible Alzheimer's doesn't get you, and that instead you get to live a long fruitful and happy life. Long enough to see the back of the AI writing madness at least.

 

[StillStunned]

I really ought to start writing more as a distraction from the AH.