This month’s blog chain is: (Drumroll please…)
“What is your ultimate goal as a writer?”
I joined this month’s TCWT blog chain planning to write a deep and inspirational post about my ultimate goal as a writer. But then I realized that I don’t really have any goals. I just like to write. Writing is cool; cooler than both bow-ties and fezzes combined, if I dare say so.
Sure, I want to get published some day, especially right now. In fact, it would be great if my book became #1 on the New York Times Bestseller list and all those pretentious book snobs who are “too good” for YA fiction will have sore toes because their jaws dropped on them, after being blown away by the impressive beauty that is my writing.
“Chances are, that won’t happen, though, since I overuse parentheses (it’s true) and I always unconsciously switch from first to third person and vise versa without even noticing it until a couple of paragraphs later,” Matt said.
I would love to get published, but that’s not my ultimate goal as of now. Sure, I want to be a published author one day, but being a novelist is not the main thing I want to do in life. Writing is really something I plan to fall back on in case my “Doctor by Day/President by Night” career doesn’t work out as well as I planned.
On second thought I thought my ultimate goal was to make my readers feel emotion. I want to kill off the majority of my cast, leading the reader into a depression period filled with lots of tears and an over-indulgence in Ben & Jerry’s. But if I’ve learned anything from the other kids in my english class, it’s that it’s really hard to make teens feel emotion. Two girls in my class were complaining that The Book Thief by Markus Zusak was really boring, and one of them even had the audacity to say, “Was the ending supposed to be sad? I was just happy the book was over.”
When I heard her say this, I proceeded to throw bottles of holy water at the two of them shouting “Blasphemy!” over and over again until my teacher promptly sent me to the principal’s office where I was expelled. I mean seriously, how could you not like The Book Thief? I still get sad over that book sometimes, and it’s been almost a year since I last read it. The last two hundred pages or so of that book is the most beautifully tragic piece of writing that I have ever read. Not since Marley and Me have I cried so hard.
I think I’m getting a little bit off topic here.
While l would like to provoke emotion in my readers, I know that it’s surprisingly hard, and it’s simply not my ultimate goal as a writer. After thinking about what my goals were, were I realized that I didn’t have one ultimate goal, so to speak, but a bunch of little goals. Such as to:
- Win Camp NaNoWriMo (31,650 words so far!)
- Finish whatever’s left of my novel after finishing NaNoWriMo.
- Edit and revise my novel hundreds of thousands of times until it’s as polished as the inside of a serial adulterer’s wedding ring. (Sherlock, anyone?)
- Find someone to proofread my novel.
- Publish my novel.
- Become more rich and famous than Christopher Paolini.
- Laugh in Christopher Paolini’s face.
- Get a reputation as an arrogant jerk due to laughing in Christopher Paolini’s face.
- Get rid of my “arrogant jerk” status by buying an adorable labrador retriever named “Doc,” and joining the cast of Saturday Night Live.
- Write a second novel.
In short, I have many goals, but they are not the reason why I write, instead they are just tiny reasons surrounding a bigger, more simple reason, and I’m surprised it took me this long to figure out: I write to write. Does that make sense? My ultimate goal as a writer is to continue writing for the rest of my llife, and to become a lot better than I am now. I don’t want to stop and hopefully I never will.
Want to follow our blog chain? Here are the participating parties, day by day:
26th – http://anqiyu.wordpress.com/
29th – http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com/ (We’ll announce the topic for next month’s chain.)