{"id":2721,"date":"2012-05-08T06:00:19","date_gmt":"2012-05-08T11:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=2721"},"modified":"2012-05-08T06:00:19","modified_gmt":"2012-05-08T11:00:19","slug":"the-pleasure-of-writing-is-in-the-unwritten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=2721","title":{"rendered":"The pleasure of writing is in the unwritten"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every day, I write for a paycheck. Every week, I write for a variety of blogs that offer me a chance at a little recognition. Every now and then, I pen a poem or short story and send it out into the universe for publication. But none of these are a reason why I enjoy writing.<\/p>\n

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Some of the best books have yet to be written.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Twenty years ago, I was the kind of guy who could never pass a bookstore without buying something. I’d purchase a paperback, a hardcover, or a bargain book without much thought about why I was doing it. It was a compulsion, an obsession, to surround myself with books. As a writer, I wanted to read everything and become one with the words.<\/p>\n

Then one day — I remember I was in the Barnes & Noble bookstore in Topeka — I looked at the multitude of books in the science fiction section. Rows upon rows of titles, written by grand masters and new authors over the past sixty years. But as I passed a finger over the brightly colored spines, passing from story to story, something occurred to me: I couldn’t find what I was looking for.<\/p>\n

All those stories, volumes of them, didn’t resonate with me. I had read as many horrible stories as I had great ones. And although I hadn’t read every great book ever written, I knew one thing for certain. None of these books were the story I wanted to read.<\/p>\n

That story hadn’t been written yet.<\/p>\n

This is why I enjoy writing. Not because I want to get published, or make money, or become famous. (Although I wouldn’t say no to any of those things.) But because I have an overwhelming desire to read stories that no one has written.<\/p>\n

It’s up to me. I’ll write them. And maybe someday someone will read them and imagine their own stories.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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