I know I’m not the first blogger to ask this question, but would you still write if you knew you were never going to be published? I find this question impossible to answer because I am DETERMINED to get published, even if it means self-publishing (although, does that count when anyone can self-publish?) I guess the question should be, would you still write if you knew that no publishing house, large or small, was going to publish your work? My answer to that is a resounding YES! Why? Because I love writing and I love reading. When I was in first grade, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said, “a poet.” Ironically, I am a terrible poet and rarely read poetry, but what inspired me in first grade was this poetry book in the school library about a chien and a chat (it was in French). I don’t remember any of the poems, but I grew up to live in France for six years and to go on to tutor French. And to write. If you asked me what else I wanted to be in first grade, it was a teacher. I used to ask my teacher if I could keep all her leftover dittos, and she would let me. I collected them until I had an inch-high stack and then I would invite my friends over after school to play school (fun, huh?). I would always be the teacher, and I would make my friends do dittos, and then I would correct them. And, yes, I plan to teach one of these days. All this to say that writing (and teaching) feels like it’s in my bones. I’ve wanted to do it since I was in first grade, and I still want to do it 34 years later.
What about you?