Thursday, October 20, 2011

Focus, no pride

Recently I wrote a short story in fifteen minutes for a writing class. I thought it was admittedly clever, but terrible as well. When I read it aloud in class my teacher said that he had been brought into the setting. There was a pause after the story ended, the class sat in shock. After a few long seconds they realized the hilariousness of the main character's predicament. Apparently it was good. I thought it sucked after I had read it out loud. 
This class period made me realize, once again, that the writer does not think of their own works as amazing. It also forces me to realize that I am not writing for myself, but for my readers. If it moves them in any way, or if they simply enjoy it, I am glad and have accomplished something with my writing. I hope I will never grow so prideful as to discard the reader. This would be the bane of my career, it would be the death of any true writer.
           

1 comment:

  1. I "write" for myself, but I accept that others deserve to read. There are millions upon millions of readers in the world and they're always looking for something new.

    I am no judge of my own writing. During the creation process itself I am usually pleased with what I write--and this pleasure more often than not erupts into ecstasy as I connect the plot together with clever ideas. But rereading my stories I hate them. I'm an ultra perfectionist. I cannot understand why people say they like reading what I write because I myself cannot like it. So it's a big leap of faith to hand over what I've written to a reader, hoping they'll see something more in the writing than I do, but it's worth it to know they've enjoyed what they've read.

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