Where do you Write a BookSo where are you writing a book?
Desire to Write - The Book of LifeThe Book of Life
No other era has so many individuals had such intensive ambition to become a writer. A yearning to one of these days publish a book - probably a novel or, less likely, an auto-biography - is near the centre of modernism. Not only does the armies of frahlings, scout guides, journalists and typing trainers testify to our passion for reading, but also, less deliberately, to an ignorant swelling of sad loneliness.
There are many different motivations for wanting to write, of course, but the easiest structural choice can also be the most ubiquitous: we write because there is no one around to do so. The origin of the letter, for everything that begins with the experience of pleasure or uninterested intellectually fascinating, is also due to the desperation, the embarrassment and the absence of someone to cry with.
If we cried for help for a long while and nobody came, we can start burning and write a novel instead. It can be the answer to a more moving ambition: to be listened to, to be considered, to be respectfully, to interpret and calm our emotions, to be known and valued.
As Flaubert put it most simply: "If he had been happily in sweetheart' at the age of eighteen, he would never have wanted to write. As we begin the West's voyage into self-confidence, we come across the character of Socrates, who makes an impressive suggestion: to write is not what contemplative men should do with their age.
Socrates considers it to be a faint copy and a substitute for our genuine calling, which is to talk to our fellows, in the meat, in person, in person, often with a drink on the dinner plate, or when strolling to the port or doing sports in the gymnasium, which really counts.
Though we find the best replacement in literary terms, far better than anything else that has been created so far, it is worth realizing that replacement is what it could be first and foremost, that in a way it is an act of very courteous and artistic vengeance on a woridly occupied listening environment, and that we would never have developed such strong accounting aspirations if we had not first been disappointed by those on whom we had to depend so much.
With a more aware consciousness of letter as a reward, we can be energized to recognize our unfulfilled pain for more visible ways of approach. However satisfying it is to write alone in your bedroom, we should perhaps not give up the ecstasy of reciprocal comprehension and affection so readily.
Writing a good novel is anything but simple; it may be even more difficult - but eventually more worthwhile - to find a group of real people. From this point of view, a better place could be one in which we wanted to be less passionate about writing - because together we could listen better and better and make our voices heard. 2.