If You Write A Book In The Forest
Write A Book In The Forest
If you write a book in the forest, and no one is there to read it, does it tell a story?
The question’s not as existential as it sounds. I know, because I ask it a lot these days, and I’m a practical sort of person.
I’m well into the third and final book in my series and, more and more, I see how hard it is to compete (yes, compete, don’t you hate that?) for readers. So, I’m starting to wonder if I’ve actually accomplished what I set out to do – not simply to write a few books, but to tell the “story that needed to be told” as someone once called my work.
Let me ask you: Is it enough for you to simply write? Or do you need to be read? (And I’m not saying “sell”, which is another subject entirely.)
In other words, do you call yourself a “writer” because you produce .doc files on your computer? Or do you call yourself one because you’ve completed a book, and you can’t keep up with the demand to appear at book club meetings? Or do you differentiate between “writer” (the former) and “author” (the latter), as I sometimes do?
Like me, do you need to have shared the intimacy of your thoughts with others before you can feel that you’ve done the job – because your story’s been told, your point of view’s been expressed? Because for me, the story’s the thing. Or said another way – the writing has to be good but it’s only the wagon that I hitch my story to. The coattails I ride. It’s the body, not the soul. It’s flesh, not spirit.
For me, the whole point of taking up writing in the first place, from the very first word that went down in the very first draft, was to tell a story.
Hmmmm??….a big question for a sunny afternoon when I should be working.
So… here’s something I’ve learned through the process of writing…and I thought I’d pass it along: If you write a book in the forest, and no one is there to read it, it can tell a story. Just maybe not the one you expected
This surprising story seems to come from nowhere. It grows in your mind in the hours you spend at the keyboard and when you lie awake at night worrying about plots and character. That’s when what you thought was the story becomes a more interesting story – the story about what the work does to you, and what it makes of you. And that story gets told, not by you, but to you, and in ways you least expect.
Happy writing, friends. And happy endings.
People are very busy today and when you are looking for something and find it, you really want to thank the author – and this is what I am doing right now – Thanks!
As a fellow published author J.I, I fully agree with you. When a story has been brought to life by you (we) the author, we firmly believe that it needs to be shared with our fellow human beings. Whether or not they choose to read it however is entirely another matter.
There are so many books in so many genre’s these days for the reader to chose from. I consider myself fortunate when someone chooses to pick up my novel and read it. Hopefully they will enjoy reading the story as much as I did when I wrote it. 🙂
This is the same as a tree falling in the forest, although writing in the forest is different because we know we can bring it out of the forest – for it to be read, or heard. The brought me to a poem which is part of my book “What Brought You Here?” Echo Mountain. I thought this would be a perfect time to share it, so I will be doing so… hopefully to be posted at another date. Thanks. Nancy Duci Denofio
Thanks for the comments.
Jackie, your response touched me….
Jack, yes, we’re the fortunate ones – the ones who get to write the stories, as well as read them.
Nancy, thanks for taking my posting to the next level.