tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post8864828772227267399..comments2024-03-28T02:15:55.750-04:00Comments on Write Me: What Does Writing Mean to You? And a FreebieKaye Draperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134006398950107252noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post-56226203882742231112013-09-29T00:57:12.452-04:002013-09-29T00:57:12.452-04:00I like this post. :) I just found your blog, and I...I like this post. :) I just found your blog, and I like it already because I can relate. =D One of the reasons I write is because I like to make people think. If I can put my characters in situations that make the reader themselves think about what they would do if they were in the situation, I feel like it gives my book purpose. I want to be able to create characters that readers can relate to, OnlyWhenJenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11738190165173567706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post-3950064718812144682013-08-06T19:44:12.583-04:002013-08-06T19:44:12.583-04:00Love it Mina!Love it Mina!Kaye Draperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134006398950107252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post-76116942584336670982013-08-06T19:33:13.110-04:002013-08-06T19:33:13.110-04:00Love it Mina!Love it Mina!Kaye Draperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134006398950107252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post-90945696871910637182013-07-31T00:15:56.636-04:002013-07-31T00:15:56.636-04:00Rats, I missed the freebie. :-(
Writing, to me, i...Rats, I missed the freebie. :-(<br /><br />Writing, to me, is like sex. I expounded on this at length on my blog some time ago. To summarize: "Like sex, the pleasure of writing doesn't spring from some flawless ideal; it comes from the sweaty physical contact, the stumbling engagement with the moment, and the breathtaking twists that come along the way to shake, rattle, and roll you.&Mina Lobohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10173895884776280826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post-16582840022968192822013-07-27T20:10:58.424-04:002013-07-27T20:10:58.424-04:00I started writing as an escape, but now I do it be...I started writing as an escape, but now I do it because I need to. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00700737187405826842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289070225985289907.post-8558862131195699972013-07-27T10:06:57.211-04:002013-07-27T10:06:57.211-04:00When I was about 14 I decided that the meaning of ...When I was about 14 I decided that the meaning of life was to be remembered. (In hindsight, I was quite a deep child.) That's partly why I write; but partly I can't explain it. It's like you asked me 'Why do you breathe?' or 'Why do you eat?'. The answer is: I have to. I would happily give up most things to write, apart from my kids.Annalisa Crawfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14943610814274794998noreply@blogger.com