I’ve been a bit absent the last couple of weeks. First I cut open my arm and then company came and my oldest graduated. Lots of party involved. Then, a day and a half of work and a drive to the Cape. Where I am now. There is no internet where I’m staying at the Cape, so it’s off to the Library for me. That’s where I am now, hoping they’ll let me plug in when the battery dies.
I thought today I’d tell you why I write in the genre/style that I do. It’s a choice. I could choose to write more seriously, but i don’t. And here’s why.
I still have a post or two to write on hydrocephalus, but if you’ve been following you know that one of my sons has this medical condition. It can be tough. Emotional wearing. I also battle depression, my husband and financial issues. There have been times when life has been a big old baseball bat beating me down. During those times certain authors (Janet Evanovich is one of them) have been able to make me laugh. To transport me into other worlds to allow me to BE the protagonist. Okay, I’ll admit it, to be the woman Ranger is pursuing. Heck even Joe could give my brain a good kick of chemical high.
You may have already heard this – I started writing again after a many year hiatus on a dare. I was discussing Evanovich with my friends and said, I could write like that. What I meant was that if I was writing I would have a similar voice, although I didn’t know it at the time. One of my friends said, “so do it.” And here I am. Writing. Which is what I was meant to be doing, I think.
And the reason I write books that don’t take life too seriously, that make us laugh at dire situations, is because I want to give the gift I was given. I want the people who read my books to feel good. To laugh. To cry. Mostly to feel better when they finish than when they started. That’s all.
I am not the best writer in the world – no don’t comment otherwise. I don’t need reassurance. Every book my skill gets better, and that’s as it should be. But, while I do want to be an excellent writer, the effect on the reader is more important to me. Can I lighten their day? Cause a laugh. ~ Hell, you get the picture. Can I tell a story in such a way that my readers feel better. Can I create a place that they can escape to?
Those are the questions that motivate my writing. Can I give back what was and is given me? Those are my motivations, and every so often I can make myself laugh too. That’s the icing.