Why We Write What We Write
Writing covers a whole lot of territory from the Bible to the Kama Sutra, Mein Kampf to The Bobbsey Twins, and infinite texts in between.
Money, passion, propaganda, revenge, fame, power . . . the multiple and complex reasons for writing sound like the ingredients for a steamy potboiler.
So why do we – each of us – cover the particular territory that we do?
Unfortunately, survival comes to mind. Oh, we can write our passion, but can we sell it?
And even if we're independently wealthy, not selling it will mean not sharing it. Which would seem to be the main point for having written it in the first place.
Now, when passion and money go together, the problem is solved. Perhaps James Patterson and his ilk truly delight in giving us the sheer entertainment of the mystery novel.
But if you write to pay the rent, are you selling out?
Well, there's a young woman of our acquaintance – formerly a part-time actor, part-time secretary – who, after reading a few romance novels, said, sans passion: 'hey, I can write this crap!'
And so she did. Wittily and well. She is no longer a secretary, part-time or otherwise, and she acts when and as she chooses.
After creating a successful series of delightfully urbane romances, she is now free to write her true passion, historical fiction – which she also does wittily and well.
That is, if she can be said to have sold out, in the end she got what she paid for.
And, thanks to those romances, she also got an agent, and with that agent, a means of seeing what she writes show up instantly on Amazon and in Barnes & Noble.
That is, she can now JUST WRITE! Is that Nirvana or what?
So what's our point? Well, it may seem morally uplifting to be a pure writer starving in a garret.
But if what you write never sees the light of day, who will be morally uplifted? Or educated. Or entertained. Or propagandized. As the case may be.
So perhaps the path to writing our passion – if we want to share that passion – may require a few backroads and alleys to get to our goal.
Is this selling out?
No. Just selling. Which, really, is not a dirty word. It just means that our clever little letter combinations are now available for other human beings to see. And isn't that why we wrote them?
Bob Brooker and Kaye O'Dougherty have been adventuring together for a lot of years now. They first met at a recording studio on 42nd Street. Yes, that 42nd Street. They recorded a commercial for E.J. Korvette's, who went out of business soon thereafter.
Bob is an old saloon singer who, as Bobby Brookes, recorded for Victor and Capital back in the day. Kaye has trouble carrying a tune in a bucket. Nevertheless, over the years, as Brooker and O'Dougherty, the two have collaborated on a variety of theater projects, performing, writing, directing, managing, and producing. In keeping with the changing times, they have even created a cyber alter-ego named eBobb.
Recently, Bob and Kaye both took long-overdue turns at being rather mature college kids. Kaye now holds a Bachelors Degree in the Humanities from St. Peter's College in Englewood Cliffs, NJ. Bob was graduated magna cum laude from Montclair State University with a BA in Theater, and is a member of Phi Kappa Phi Honor Society.
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