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Lilin Penn

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I'm sure this topic has probably been covered before, but since I am new I thought I'd ask.

What was the driving force that brought you to be an author? Was it something you always knew you wanted to be? Did you wake up one day and think, "Gee, I want to write a story to rock the world?"

For me it was an escape. I always kept a journal so I knew what my reality was, then I would have special notebooks where I would write what I wanted my life to be. My friends loved them and before I knew it we all began writing short stories for each other. I'm the only one left writing about the people in my head, but I'm happy.

:kiss:
Lilin
 
Lilin Penn said:
I'm sure this topic has probably been covered before, but since I am new I thought I'd ask.

What was the driving force that brought you to be an author? Was it something you always knew you wanted to be? Did you wake up one day and think, "Gee, I want to write a story to rock the world?"

For me it was an escape. I always kept a journal so I knew what my reality was, then I would have special notebooks where I would write what I wanted my life to be. My friends loved them and before I knew it we all began writing short stories for each other. I'm the only one left writing about the people in my head, but I'm happy.

:kiss:
Lilin

Welcome Lilin

For me, it's an escape. The perfect escape in fact.
 
I like it. It's a hobby and I get attention. Not much, mind you, but some. And from women, sometimes, too. (I have lots of stuff to say, but fiction is a hobby. That's why I'm not as good as some of you driven people.)
 
Writing is something that engages my mind. I've always been creative.

I've lost my other two outlets, computer programming and gaming, so writing is what I do now.

I'm pretty driven. There is a lot I want to say, and writing gives me a good way to do it.
 
Proving that anybody can do it.

For me, it built up slowly over a period of years, thinking "hey, I can do that," as I would read the erotica (OK, the porn) that others created.

Sort of like the visitor to the art gallery who, when confronted with something that appears so simple and easy to do at first seeing it, thinks that anybody with basic motor control and a brush could do something equally profound.

That, coupled with the "movie sets inside your head" where you can see (and direct!) the actors and wanting to get those images out of my head and into words.

It took me a few years to convince myself to actually try to do it. To my great and everlasting surprise, I survived the experience.

And now, I can't stop. One of these days I might actually get be decent at it (OK, not "decent" decent, at least not here. But better than piss-ant poor).



Sin.
 
It's just a hobby for me. Every now and then I get an idea of what I think would be a pretty good story and I write it.
 
I've written since I could. Pretty much all I've ever wanted to do; it's less of a hobby than a way of looking at the world. I see everything in terms of "something I can use." :rolleyes:

It's also a diversion, an escape, a way of organizing my world, a way of dealing with stress. It's my outlet. And people who don't need that outlet, don't really understand it.
 
I've been an avid reader since I was old enough to read, for me that was the ultimate escape.

I got into writing because my step-sister and I use to write things together.

But my drive to write comes from two things, the first being that sometimes when you read something the author doesn't always satisfy, they miss a part that you thought could have been really good, or they just skate over it.
Writing is away for me to express all the ideas that run through my head.

I also think that it would be great if I can give an outlet to people wanting to escape just like some of my favourite authors gave me.

Plus I'm longing to see something of mine in a gorgeous, paperback, it may take a long time but I'm determined to see it happen.
 
I hoped to attract women for sex while my wife was out of the country. :p It didn't work but I enjoyed the writing so I continued. :D
 
I've always written. I think as soon as I learned that I could express myself in words on paper much more eloquently than I could by speaking, I started writing. I started taking it (halfway) seriously in junior high, when I wrote and sold a children's book, and I haven't ever looked back. I took a hiatus for a good while, when career and family sort of took every available minute, but felt a profound sense of relief when I started writing again.
 
I've always written since I was a kid......poetry mainly, stories, fantasies. I was (and still am) a very shy person, and writing was a way to give my personal desires a realness to them. It allowed me break out of the loneliness.

It wasn't until I was older that I realised why I needed to vocalise my fantasies in some way. I continued to write, even more poetry, using the medium as a release I guess.

I didn't even think about posting my stories publicly until a certain well known writer on here, with whom I had been corresponding about her stories, persuaded me to do so. The rest, as they say, is history.

I enjoy it, it gives me a buzz. I know I'll never be good enough to publish mainstream, but as long as my words continue to give pleasure to those who read them, I'll continue to write.
 
Hmmm...if one knows my history, there would be surprise that I write at all...let alone erotica. Well...I think what I write it erotica...some may argue that point with me and win. ;)

For the longest time I cruised the net reading stories by others. Then one day I realized that many of the stories were becoming very one-sided...or seemingly so to me.

I was tired of reading a great story only to find at the end the wife treating the hubby like dogshit or the hubby becoming a wimp and subserviant to the wife's boyfriend(s)

In the end, I wanted more 'balance' and so I began to look harder for that balance. Not finding it and also getting a feeling that instead of always taking (reading) and not paying back (writing) was not a good Karmic way to be, I started to write my own stories. One day I actually got up nerve and posted my very first one here at Lit. (Julie's New Job) It is still here, as are all my works so far, and they are exactly as I submitted them originally. One can see if I have improved, as some of them had horrendous grammar or spelling errrors at first, then later I began to 'get it'. (or so I thought anyway.)

Writing for me is a strange companion. I hated school, English especially. I quit in my senior year and that was it. Years later I finally got a GED...but writing was never in my thinking. Until I started to cruise the internet in search and discovered that there was a lot of stories out here, but some were very poorly written. I remember telling myself..."I could do much better than that one" and one day decided to try.

I don't know for sure just how good I think I am. Others seem to either like me or hate me...there isn't much inbetween for me it seems. :)
 
I think I've written from the moment I could. As I child I remember really enjoying the English projects at school and continuing them at home. I wrote poetry in junior school that I was convinced was amazing *LOL* and in secondry school I began to write down little short stories (fantasies) as well as writing my poetry(My poetry is more often than not a form of worship,of prayer) and after a vivid se dream at around the ago of 19 I started writing out fantasies...hence my ending up here :D
 
I began to write for the same general reason the James Fenimore Cooper ["The Last Of The Mohicans"] did. He was reading aloud a novel by some English author and exclaimed, "I could write you a better book than that myself!"

They laughed when he sat down at the writing desk, but they applauded when he wrote "The Last Of The Mohicans". [Despite the title, it is NOT about moccasin production among the Indians.]
 
Interesting thread. I can relate to what a lot of people have been saying here. I especially liked Lilred's friend's idea of being like a reservoire that's waiting to fill, because most of my best writing emerges when I'm cut up about something in real life.

I write for several reasons, and I think a lot of them have already been mentioned.

1. Total and absolute escape - even when the world is going to hell around me, I can always lose myself in a story.
2. Intellectual challenge - I love researching the backgrounds for new stories.
3. The adrenalin rush I get when I've finished a story. It feels like I've created something new - almost a living entity.
4. The knowledge that what I've created brings pleasure to some people.
5. I find it hard to express myself in any other way, and I get times when my personal reservoire is threatening to burst its banks unless I can release it by writing.
 
lilredjammies said:
I explained this to myself a couple of years ago. Hopefully, someone will read it! ;)


heh heh heh...funnnnnnyyyyy. Flashing me with your words...so...heh...well...now I'm wondering. No, really... :)




Oh man... :eek: doh...I should look to the tool bar before going off on a tangent...heh heh...minimized itself right away...sorry about that lilredjammies...I liked your piece though...quite...true of many writers I think. Parts anyway.
 
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Lilin Penn said:
I'm sure this topic has probably been covered before, but since I am new I thought I'd ask.

What was the driving force that brought you to be an author? Was it something you always knew you wanted to be? Did you wake up one day and think, "Gee, I want to write a story to rock the world?"

For me it was an escape. I always kept a journal so I knew what my reality was, then I would have special notebooks where I would write what I wanted my life to be. My friends loved them and before I knew it we all began writing short stories for each other. I'm the only one left writing about the people in my head, but I'm happy.

:kiss:
Lilin


Welcome to the nuthouse Lilin, for me it was just a case of a head full of crap and nowhere else to put it. In case you never get to guess I haver a very vivid imagination and a very warped mind :devil: :D Yea Ok a bit of escapism as well ;)
 
lilredjammies said:
Mind if I ask which parts?

Well, the part about writers block, and the following part on the ultimate agony...tailspinning into that inky darkness of self doubting and double questioning everything one writes, until you can't seem to get past it.

And and very last part, of it being who I am, and being less than I am by not writing.

heh...just in my mind of course...but it is what worrys me at times.
 
pop_54 said:
Welcome to the nuthouse Lilin, for me it was just a case of a head full of crap and nowhere else to put it. In case you never get to guess I haver a very vivid imagination and a very warped mind :devil: :D Yea Ok a bit of escapism as well ;)

Thanks for the welcome! I know everyone's reasons for writing will be slightly different but somehow slightly all the same :)

Hmmm, warped mind and an imagination? Sounds heavenly!
 
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