Why Writers Write

It’s been awhile since I last blogged. If that sounds like a confession, it is. However, with the release of my first novel—Innocent Blood, Equinox of Reckoning--I feel I should reenter the blogosphere. Not that anything I have to say is anything more valuable than any one. However, as a writer…I write. That’s how I make sense of this insane place we call Earth.

Stories deal with the human condition whether they are about a budding romance, an old west cattle drive, a sci-fi  spaceship pilot or a half drunk PI. By telling stories, the author exposes a piece of his soul and offers it up to the potential reader. Hopefully for the reader’s enjoyment, perhaps providing some instruction or thought provoking concepts, and maybe even some criticism. Which is never fun, but if done correctly, criticism can be an inducement for growth.

Stories can teach lessons. When Jesus taught by telling the story about a prodigal son, an anxious father and a judgmental brother, He gave us a story from which we are still mining the wisdom within its words. When Margret Mitchell wrote her opus, Gone with the Wind, she exposed the triumph of the human spirit over the many battles we fight. Some literal battles are literal, others emotional or spiritual.

Writers also expose the dark under belly of society. Animal Farm by George Orwell warned about the power-hungry seeking their own gain while oppressing the others. George Martin revealed the struggle of people to gain power and control over others.

Lord willing, I hope to share many more stories.