Why do you write?

In her book ‘Negotiating with the dead, a writer on writing’, Margaret Atwood pens all the reasons she can find for why writers write. It’s a rather extensive list. I wonder if your reasons are in there … many of mine are!

To record the world as it is. To set down the past before it is all forgotten. To excavate the past because it has been forgotten. To satisfy my desire for revenge. Because I knew I had to keep writing or else I would die. Because to write is to take risks, and it is only by taking risks that we know we are alive. To produce order out of chaos. To delight and instruct (not often found after the early twentieth century, or not in the form). To please myself. To express myself. To express myself beautifully. To create a perfect work of art. To reward the virtuous and punish the guilt; or – the Marquis de Sade defence, used by ironists – vice versa. To hold a mirror up to Nature. To hold a mirror up to the reader. To paint a portrait of society and its ills. To express the unexpressed life of the masses. To name the hitherto unnamed. To defend the human spirit, and human integrity and honour. TO thumb my nose at Death. To make money so my children could have shoes. To make money so I could sneer at those who formerly sneered me. To show the bastards. Because to create is human. Because to create is Godlike. Because I hated the idea of having a job. To say a new word. To make a new thing. To create a national consciousness, or a national conscience. To justify my failures in school. To justify my own view of myself and my life, because I couldn’t be “a writer” unless I actually did some writing. To make myself appear more interesting than I actually was. To attract the love of a beautiful woman. To attract the love of any woman at all. To attract the love of a beautiful man. To rectify the imperfections of my miserable childhood. To thwart my parents. To spin a fascinating tale. To amuse and please the reader. To amuse and please myself. To pass the time, even though it would have passed anyway. Graphomania. Compulsive logorrhoea. Because I was driven to it by some force outside of my control. Because I possessed. Because an angel dictated to me. Because I fell into the embrace of the Muse. Because I got pregnant by the Muse and needed to give birth to a book (an interesting piece of cross-dressing, indulged in by male writers of the seventeenth century). Because I had books instead of children (several twentieth-century women). To serve Art. To serve the Collective Unconscious. To serve History. To justify the ways of God toward man. To act out antisocial behaviour for which I would have been punished in real life. To master a craft so I could generate texts (a recent entry). To subvert the establishment with new forms of perception. To create a recreational boudoir so the reader could go into it and have fun (translated from a Czech newspaper). Because the story took hold of me and wouldn’t let me go (to Ancient Mariner defence). To search for understanding of the reader and myself. To cope with my depression. For my children. To make a name that would survive death. To defend a minority group or oppressed class. TO speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. To expose appalling wrongs or atrocities. TO record the times through which I have lived. To bear witness to horrifying events that I have survived. To speak for the dead. To celebrate life in all its complexity. To praise the universe. To allow for the possibility of hope and redemption. To give back something of what has been given to me.

Did any of Atwood’s reasons resonate with you? Why do you write? Please share in the comments.

 

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3 thoughts on “Why do you write?

  1. Oh wow. A lot of the reasons stuck out to me. In no real order:

    To set down the past before it is forgotten
    To produce order out of chaos
    To please myself
    To express myself
    To defend the human spirit
    To show the bastards
    Because to create is human
    Because I was driven to it by some force outside of my control
    To act out antisocial behavior for which I would have been punished in real life
    To subvert the establishment with new forms of perception
    To cope with my depression
    To recorded the times through which I have lived
    To celebrate life in all its complexity
    To give back something of what has been given to me

    Thanks for reminding me why I write. : )

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