I have been thinking about the role a writer has in respect to the reader. What is reasonable in that relationship? I read JA Konrath, who often states that his goal is to help other writers by providing information, mostly of a business nature. He certainly helps, but sometimes I feel his help is far too specific. He has an agenda and a vision for himself that he sees as the only logical path to success for everyone.
Konrath's focus on the business side is in a narrow (but widening) area of writing: e-books. (Yes, e-books are the future, but far from the only game in town in the present.) His advice has been helpful to be sure, yet I often feel unsettled after reading his blog, like little shadow doubt-devils are capering just behind my eyeballs. I ask why and so far, I have no answer that makes those doubt-devils explainable. Or go away.
I felt yesterday closer to an answer when I read Karen Woodward, who had a simple idea for her 200th blog post. She asked her readers if they remembered the first story they wrote. So I thought back and it was amazing how the process lifted my mental funk. I didn't think about business, sales or getting readers. I thought about being a writer. I thought of the joy of having the ability to craft a tale from my mind. The fun of writing is the act of writing, the language, the twists in the stories that only the subconscious knows.
I liked being a writer yesterday. I'll leave the business for tomorrow.