“Oh there’s no pleasure. Except that I don’t have to work for anyone who bullies me. I write with a sort of grim determination to deal with things that are hidden and difficult and this means, I think, that pleasure is out of the question.”
This, the rest of the interview, and the opinions of some famous authors set me thinking about how I feel about my writing, what part gives me joy. I have to say that there are days when squeezing one word out is an agony, but I suppose I live for the days when I can’t stop writing and the floodgates open.
I also write hoping to surprise myself. I have gone back to things I’d written a decade ago, and gone: “Wow, I wrote that?”
I don’t think I write for the joy of writing however. I write because if I don’t, it creeps into my work and my life. I suddenly start inventing characters and events in real life, and that, as we all know, is called “lying” !
Writers are usually known to be a neurotic, unhappy lot, perpetually longing for something: that word, that sentence, that finished draft, that agent, publication, success, awards. But in my mind, here is some very good advice to all writers, most of which I have internalized some time back, other than no. 3 and no. 6 perhaps.
Go read the Ten Commandments for the Happy Writer!