(You should read the post previous to this to know what the rant is all about.)
I've been accused -- in fact, I've been accused recently and by someone who should know better -- of writing to market. This is not true, though it might not be immediately obvious. What I choose to write -- what I have to say in each short story or novel -- I want to write. Often desperately enough to do it -- often -- for the drawer. And, hell, if I wrote to market, I'd write a lot more thrillers, romances and women in peril.
With one exception -- my one write for hire book -- I write a story when it chases me down, pins me to the desk and makes me type. I write it because I must.
I've been accused -- in fact, I've been accused recently and by someone who should know better -- of writing to market. This is not true, though it might not be immediately obvious. What I choose to write -- what I have to say in each short story or novel -- I want to write. Often desperately enough to do it -- often -- for the drawer. And, hell, if I wrote to market, I'd write a lot more thrillers, romances and women in peril.
With one exception -- my one write for hire book -- I write a story when it chases me down, pins me to the desk and makes me type. I write it because I must.
( More rant )
- Location:chained at desk with pot of snooty British-brand tea
- Mood:
awake - Music:Vivaldi
