“You’re the Bernard Cornwell of Power Armour.”
– R.J
“Don’t stop. Keep going, you’ve worked so hard.”
– Polly
“That was really good – so where’s the next book?”
– Ian
“You write sensually and beautifully and your action scenes are thrilling and exciting.”
– Hannah Grego, Professional Editor.
“If anyone’s going to write one, it should be you. You’ve got the mind for it, all that stuff you wrote for us. Just remember, when it’s published, I want my copy signed: ‘To Phil, F**k You, Love (Arron)'”
– Phil
“In all honesty – while neither you nor I are going to be the next Dan Abnett, I still think your writing is quite up to the military SF I read over the years. “
– Chris
“Oh God, what is this s**t you’re making me read now?”
– Phill (a different one)
“Uh, yeah. I liked it, it was good.”
– Jake
And that, Dear Readers and Good Followers is why I’m a writer. God help us all.
David Morrell of Rambo fame starts all his lectures with that question – “Why do you want to be a writer?”
It’s hard to answer. Money? Useful, but very few writers make a living at it. Fame? Transitory. The answer Mr Morrell prefers is “Because I must.”
This resonates with me and also causes me great concern. The reason it resonates is because if you don’t know, I was made redundant earlier this year and I have so much wrong with me that after 47 job applications, I have only secured a tenuous offer from the RPG Publisher. It’s not going well.
The other reason is that I live in a bloody fantasy world. I’ll see something, or hear it, maybe have a conversation, then re-write, re-perform it in my head with the addition of Power Armour and a Webley revolver.
More than this, I have a burr under my saddle for other reasons. I read once, albeit meant as encouragement, that you shouldn’t die with a story inside you. I think about my mortality a lot, but I’m not afraid of death.
My true fear is that I will die with my work unfinished.
There is a little more to it than that – but that’s for another time.
The folder that contains my stories was named twenty years and eight PC machines ago as “Magna Opi.” I’ve kept it going and I hate, now, all the time I have been creating something and publishing nothing.
Why do you want to be a writer?
Because I must. With a Webley.
Damn you, David Morrell, damn you sir! (Not really, he’s a decent chap by all accounts!) 🙂
Whatever you’re doing – keep at it – all of you.