I'm trying to identify some of the rewards of writing - for writers. A sample:
From the simplest storybooks to the most complicated Jamesian prose, writing necessarily involves conflict and confusion.I'm sure I've missed a few things. But it strikes me that community, expression and rationality are a good start.
Yet we keep writing. Why? 'My pen,' wrote Ovid to the Emperor Augustus, 'is the best part of me.' Despite the frustrations and anxieties, something pushes us to put pen to paper, fingertip to keyboard. But what is this something?