BOSTONFICTIONWRITER
The Wizard Of Literotica
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- Jan 1, 2007
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I know I'm not the only one here who not only enjoys writing stories but also who must write stories. Much like artists who paint, sculptors who sculpt, we writers are tortured. While others are living life, we're sitting home alone writing, creating characters, plot, and dialogue. We can't wait for our spouses and/or children to leave us alone to write.
Fortunately for me, I've already lived my life, more than most, I dare say. I could tell you stories, only you wouldn't believe me. I've seen and experienced more that others will, if they lived 3 lifetimes.
With all the characters I've met, I have a lot of stories to tell, too many, only I'm running out of time to tell them. Whatever stories that I write now, are those that I'll be leaving behind. Maybe someone will do something with one of my stories, I don't know.
I always wanted to write but had nothing to write about, so I read. I read everything, mostly classics. Back then, I'd rather read than anything else. I hated team sports anyway, so played music, boxed, and lifted weights. Those physical activities seemed to balance me, kept me in check, so that I wasn't lost in my creative side of reading, while waiting to write. Being an accountant kept the balance, too.
Then, it happened. I started writing and couldn't stop. It just poured out of me. The only time I turn it off is when I read. Suffice to say that I don't read much anymore. I thought my writing would improve after I earned my degree in English, but it didn't. No one can teach you how to write. Either you have talent or you don't. Either you want to write or you don't. It's that simple.
My best writing is inspired writing. I remember when I first started really writing, my window of inspiration was only open for a few minutes. Yet, the more that I wrote the longer it stayed open. Now, I'm able to open and close and keep my window of inspiration open for hours at a time.
I've posted more than 800 stories here and am approaching 3 million words. It's something that has more meaning for me than for anyone else. I don't care about scores, comments, or contests. I write for myself and because of that, I've seen my writing improve with every story that I write. This site gives me a reason to write every day. Without doubt, writing is a life long journey.
One man inspired me. He was in advertising. I did some freelance accounting for him in his posh digs on Marlborough Street. He was a Dartmouth graduate. Winning awards and once having a large clientele, he was very famous, so I won't mention his name here. Only, I met him at the backside of his career. He was 75 and his office was filled with artifacts of his work, pictures, awards, and pens, mugs, and hats with logos and advertising slogans that he wrote. Anyway, he came rushing into the office where I was working, doing his books, and screamed.
"I did it! I got it!"
Others may have thought he was crazy, but he lifted me up with his excitement, as if he injected me with his creative spirit. I thought he had written a masterpiece but he held a piece of paper that only had three words and I didn't get the significance of those three words until much later. Matter of fact, I read them with disappointment.
It was then that I thought he was crazy or drunk. He certainly was that, a drunk. An embittered man, after his wife of 40 years finally left him over his drinking, he was still doing the one thing that he was born to do. He was writing.
Certainly, I'm not the best writer here. There are some very great writers on Literotica. Yet, you'd have to go far to find anyone so dedicated to writing and to improving his or her writing skills.
I haven't made a lot of friends here, but I'm not here to make friends and I'll understand if no one makes a post here or even reads what I wrote. I'm here to write. Matter of fact, I'd rather stay in the background, which is why I don't post on this forum board all that much. Yet, I felt the need to tell those, who read my stories, who I am.
Now, when I'm depressed or disappointed, I think of my advertising client and what he wrote on that piece of paper so long ago. It's those three lousy words that make me persevere, whenever I want to quit.
"Just do it!"
Fortunately for me, I've already lived my life, more than most, I dare say. I could tell you stories, only you wouldn't believe me. I've seen and experienced more that others will, if they lived 3 lifetimes.
With all the characters I've met, I have a lot of stories to tell, too many, only I'm running out of time to tell them. Whatever stories that I write now, are those that I'll be leaving behind. Maybe someone will do something with one of my stories, I don't know.
I always wanted to write but had nothing to write about, so I read. I read everything, mostly classics. Back then, I'd rather read than anything else. I hated team sports anyway, so played music, boxed, and lifted weights. Those physical activities seemed to balance me, kept me in check, so that I wasn't lost in my creative side of reading, while waiting to write. Being an accountant kept the balance, too.
Then, it happened. I started writing and couldn't stop. It just poured out of me. The only time I turn it off is when I read. Suffice to say that I don't read much anymore. I thought my writing would improve after I earned my degree in English, but it didn't. No one can teach you how to write. Either you have talent or you don't. Either you want to write or you don't. It's that simple.
My best writing is inspired writing. I remember when I first started really writing, my window of inspiration was only open for a few minutes. Yet, the more that I wrote the longer it stayed open. Now, I'm able to open and close and keep my window of inspiration open for hours at a time.
I've posted more than 800 stories here and am approaching 3 million words. It's something that has more meaning for me than for anyone else. I don't care about scores, comments, or contests. I write for myself and because of that, I've seen my writing improve with every story that I write. This site gives me a reason to write every day. Without doubt, writing is a life long journey.
One man inspired me. He was in advertising. I did some freelance accounting for him in his posh digs on Marlborough Street. He was a Dartmouth graduate. Winning awards and once having a large clientele, he was very famous, so I won't mention his name here. Only, I met him at the backside of his career. He was 75 and his office was filled with artifacts of his work, pictures, awards, and pens, mugs, and hats with logos and advertising slogans that he wrote. Anyway, he came rushing into the office where I was working, doing his books, and screamed.
"I did it! I got it!"
Others may have thought he was crazy, but he lifted me up with his excitement, as if he injected me with his creative spirit. I thought he had written a masterpiece but he held a piece of paper that only had three words and I didn't get the significance of those three words until much later. Matter of fact, I read them with disappointment.
It was then that I thought he was crazy or drunk. He certainly was that, a drunk. An embittered man, after his wife of 40 years finally left him over his drinking, he was still doing the one thing that he was born to do. He was writing.
Certainly, I'm not the best writer here. There are some very great writers on Literotica. Yet, you'd have to go far to find anyone so dedicated to writing and to improving his or her writing skills.
I haven't made a lot of friends here, but I'm not here to make friends and I'll understand if no one makes a post here or even reads what I wrote. I'm here to write. Matter of fact, I'd rather stay in the background, which is why I don't post on this forum board all that much. Yet, I felt the need to tell those, who read my stories, who I am.
Now, when I'm depressed or disappointed, I think of my advertising client and what he wrote on that piece of paper so long ago. It's those three lousy words that make me persevere, whenever I want to quit.
"Just do it!"
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