Why do you write?

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I've been reading through threads here for some days now and see a lot of references to scores and hot or not. Which makes me curious about what drives people to write.

I grew up reading authors who wrote because they had something to say and the act of getting it down on paper, crafting the flow, wordsmithing it to get the right tone, was an enjoyable process. The satisfaction of the final piece was for them alone, the satisfaction of creating a work they were proud of. Hell be damned about the rest of the world. Personally, I post to share. There are some that will find my writings pleasurable and they're the ones I hope will read and enjoy my work.

What about you? Why do you write?
 
I started writing mainly to get the stories out of my head.

Problem is, once I got the first couple done, more started filling my brain. Everytime I think "That's the last one" I find another one in there.

It has become an addiction.
 
I've been reading through threads here for some days now and see a lot of references to scores and hot or not. Which makes me curious about what drives people to write.

I grew up reading authors who wrote because they had something to say and the act of getting it down on paper, crafting the flow, wordsmithing it to get the right tone, was an enjoyable process. The satisfaction of the final piece was for them alone, the satisfaction of creating a work they were proud of. Hell be damned about the rest of the world. Personally, I post to share. There are some that will find my writings pleasurable and they're the ones I hope will read and enjoy my work.

What about you? Why do you write?

You'll get all sorts of answers to this question, and none are right or wrong.

I'm one of those that believes there is no conflict between writing for oneself and writing for others. I believe it's a false dichotomy. If you want to write stories for yourself and keep them on your hard drive or in your drawer, that's great. But when you publish, it's a communicative act. I write the stories I want to write, by my standards, but when I publish stories I want people to read them, and I care whether I am reaching as many appreciative readers as I can, and I care about the feedback I get. I still think it's amazing that I can write something that helps somebody achieve orgasm.

This is all still somewhat new to me, since I'm a middle-aged guy who started writing erotic fiction only three years ago and publishing it here two and a half years ago. The act of writing is very creatively satisfying. That's the number one best thing about it and the number one reason why I write.
 
There was a lengthy thread on motivation and writing, but it's disappeared. I did find this one: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1503349

There was a famous Broadway play (I am kicking myself because the name just eludes me this morning) in which there was this marvelous line:

"My mother is a writer because the post office once delivered a typewriter to our apartment by mistake."

I started writing for Literotica because I wrecked my computer and could not recover enough functionality to play my usual online games. I had a functional copy of Microsoft Office, internet access, and some time to kill. I am a procrastinator and had meant to write something for the site for years; I had always enjoyed reading other people's stories and wanted to give something back after all those fun reads.

Edit: After changing my settings so I could see older threads in the forum, I found:http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1500570
 
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Because after a decade or so, I felt like the site needed more stories I’d like to read. So I wrote some.
 
Why I wrote software and manuals: because I was paid.

Why I wrote songs, poems, and games: because they surfaced.

Why I wrote travel journals and propaganda: because they seemed right.

Why I edited conspiracy-UFO-paranormal forums: because they're nutz.

Why I wrote erotic fiction: because I saw compelling LIT stories with lousy orthography and thought, "I can write better than THAT!"

Why I write erotic fiction sporadically: because the voices in my head are lazy.
 
Why do I write? Because the ideas keep coming, I've got better at what I do, I find the process fascinating (where on earth do the ideas come from, who the hell are all these women in my stories?). And the buzz when someone writes to tell you, "I came last night reading your story. Thank you for that." That doesn't happen in your average day time job ;).
 
I started writing mainly to get the stories out of my head.

Problem is, once I got the first couple done, more started filling my brain. Everytime I think "That's the last one" I find another one in there.

It has become an addiction.

It's almost like you stole this right out of my head.

I'm a newish author, also middle aged. I've had versions of some of my stories (and versions of some I'm working on, not yet published) in my head for years. I guess they finally made enough noise that I had to let them out. I wrote those, and suddenly a few more ideas popped in. I won't confess to being addicted, yet.

And like Voboy wrote, I've read here off and on for a long time, and often came away frustrated at the quality of writing, and the frequent grammatical or spelling errors. So I decided that since I'd written these stories, I might as well try to get them published. While I didn't know what to expect, I figured the readers seemed pretty forgiving, and this is a pretty low stakes place to experiment.

I will say, I take pride in the writing, the wordsmithing, and making as few errors possible. I'm learning more about plotting and developing interesting, fully fledged characters, and trying to improve on that too. I'm excited when I see good ratings or that red H, but I'm writing the stories that make sense to me and that I find enjoyable. I'm not writing to try to get a high rating. It seems to me that well crafted stories are rewarded here.
 
Because nobody will give me money to make movies.


Seriously, though, I started writing for emotional catharsis. I kept writing because I enjoyed it and people told me I was good at it.
 
I became a writer by accident. At school, I thought I’d like to become an illustrator and I applied for a job with an advertising agency. After a cup of coffee with the agency’s boss, he offered me a job – as a writer. It wasn’t too much of a stretch. I had already sold a couple of short stories to a magazine.

By day I wrote advertising copy, mainly for apparel companies. By night I wrote short stories and radio plays. And then one of the radio producers I worked with asked me if I’d be interested in working on a TV project. For the next 40 or so years, I wrote for radio, film and TV; I wrote columns for several magazines and newspapers; and I continued to write short stories.

One of the first non-fiction books that I wrote got me onto the speaking circuit. For four or five years, I became a sort of travelling guru. Turning left whenever you got on an aeroplane and only staying in five star hotels was fun – for a while.

And then, one day, I didn’t feel too well. After a bit over a month in hospital, a bloke in a white coat explained that my chances of surviving until the end of the year were not very good. Seven years later, I’m still here. But I’ve had to give up jumping on and off planes.

Looking back, I can see that while I became a writer by accident, I kept on being a writer because, otherwise, I would have had to get a proper job. :)
 
I started writing down my dreams and turned them into stories because sometimes they caused me not to sleep very well. So as a result, I wanted to make them useful in some way. I also write to distract from my everyday life which can get kind of stressful, sad and boring. I like a little bit of escape.
 
I spend my idle time (like when I can't fall asleep or if I have to walk somewhere) thinking about stuff, sometimes in the form of a story, sometimes not. Then one day I realized that if I wrote it down, these tangled threads could be weaved into something that allowed me to actually get to the bottom of the consequences of these ideas, letting them bloom. So I began to write sci-fi (in Italian). I never stopped, it's just too entertaining and too interesting.

After a few years, I decided to give a chance to my dirty fantasies too. I have been having these seriously fucked-up daydreams (ironically during the night) as masturbatory fantasies ever since I was a teenager (porn never did it for me), but their stories were never allowed to develop, not even as episodes, due to the nature of masturbation (after an hour or so, you really want to cum), so I paradoxically ended up with the equivalent for the mind of blue balls.

Now I get to the bottom of them too and I share them in the hope of giving the same satisfaction I receive from it to others. In a way, the works I put in Literotica are my mind cumming. :D
 
I started writing as an outlet for my exhibitionism. My earliest stories were based on true events from my past. But after a while I found creating pure fiction to be a greater challenge. My competitive nature requires me to write until I have perfected the art. At the rate I'm going, I estimate this will occur in about 275 years.
 
I started writing mainly to get the stories out of my head.

Problem is, once I got the first couple done, more started filling my brain. Everytime I think "That's the last one" I find another one in there.

It has become an addiction.

This goes a long way to explaining my efforts.

I wrote some erotic shorts during my courtship with my wife near twenty years ago but never got beyond that. Nor were those 'published' or released.

I've had a number of story settings in mind for a long time. In the last couple of years due to enforced job changes and relocating across continents I took a creative writing course to learn about some techniques, hints, etc. Not that I know "how" to write yet but at least I was jostled into how to think in terms of putting fictional tales together.

Mostly, I have a 'universe' and I largely play around in that. Although I have quite a few characters I cheat a bit by having that shared universe that allows me draw on some settings (and occasionally add spice by having characters meet). I have a few stand-alone stories here, some of them were experiments in trying different techniques, points of view and the like.
 
Because I had an incredibly slow and boring day job right out of college, had written fiction in college, and needed to fill my time.

Day dreaming is essentially brainstorming when you think about it.

Also, writing erotica lets me get things out of my head that I would never actually do in real life. It feels good to do that.
 
Most of my writings are fiction, but a few are vehicles for giving voice to old, closely held memories, desires, and secrets.
 
Mostly, I have a 'universe' and I largely play around in that. Although I have quite a few characters I cheat a bit by having that shared universe that allows me draw on some settings (and occasionally add spice by having characters meet). I have a few stand-alone stories here, some of them were experiments in trying different techniques, points of view and the like.

Forgot to echo this sentiment, too. All my stories are connected, which makes me the god of my own little multiverse. I feel, at times, like those guys who assemble big model railroad layouts.

Good clean fun.
 
Forgot to echo this sentiment, too. All my stories are connected, which makes me the god of my own little multiverse. I feel, at times, like those guys who assemble big model railroad layouts.

Good clean fun.

In 1991 my then-wife and I were looking at houses to buy. Looking through an 1100 sq. ft. ranch, we went into the full, unfinished basement. A full third of the basement was a ginormous model railroad setup. House had been an elderly couple, the train had been the husband's, he'd passed away, why the widow was selling to move closer to her children. They dismantled and took away the train set, no idea its disposition.

Our train sets bit harder to dismantle, I guess :)

I'm just trying to decide which of my characters I wish to make mad...
 
In 1991 my then-wife and I were looking at houses to buy. Looking through an 1100 sq. ft. ranch, we went into the full, unfinished basement. A full third of the basement was a ginormous model railroad setup. House had been an elderly couple, the train had been the husband's, he'd passed away, why the widow was selling to move closer to her children. They dismantled and took away the train set, no idea its disposition.
A famed model railroader / scenicker of my dad's WWII generation filled his Monterey CA suburban basement with a masterpiece layout featured in many magazines. IIRC his line was the Gorre & Daphaetid RR. When the basement was full... he sold the house and started afresh.

Our train sets bit harder to dismantle, I guess :)
Words pry apart easily. Memories too. Model rails rust and fail. Life sucks. :(

I'm just trying to decide which of my characters I wish to make mad...
Pick the least likely. That's always best -- when at a decision point, take the most unlikely path. It provides a juicy slew of consequences.
 
A famed model railroader / scenicker of my dad's WWII generation filled his Monterey CA suburban basement with a masterpiece layout featured in many magazines. IIRC his line was the Gorre & Daphaetid RR. When the basement was full... he sold the house and started afresh.


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I was into model railroading a long time ago and remember photos of that layout from model railroading magazines. My recollection is that he died of a heart attack and just days after his death a fire destroyed most of the layout.

It truly was a labor of love and work of art. The photos were amazing.

It actually has its own Wikipedia entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gorre_**6_Daphetid
 
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