Is writing all about fame and money?
I read on a writers’ forum today of a prospective author wishing to gain fame and fortune from his/her writing. An ambitious call, and one that would resonate with not only writers, but anyone of entrepreneurial disposition.
It is not for me to criticise ones motives, but for the sake of this exercise, I wonder if fame and money should be a reason to write, or merely a happy consequence of our toiling. For many, the name on the front of a book becomes their motive rather than the pleasure of writing, and of offering their creativity for public enjoyment. Egotism is swept aside by those who employ pseudonyms, for they have nothing to gain by having accolades bestowed upon them – they are effectively not in the public arena. I would consider a pseudonym myself, had my journalist father not christened me with such a ‘literary’ name.
I think it is marvellous to have shelves and binders crammed with unpublished work. We can look at those crinkled pages, warped floppy disks, Flash drives, and now Cloud storage and say, ‘Wow, I had heck of a time trudging through all that. Creating characters, driving plot, revision and editing. ‘
And that, to me is my appreciation of our craft. If I gain a little fame and money in the meantime, well, good, it might just buy me a couple of reams of A4.