June 28, 2014
“My readers would welcome whatever life style I chose, as long as I made sure each new work was an improvement over the last.” – Haruki Murakami
Known to turn down parties, important engagements and even own family gatherings, Haruki Murakami’s steadfast dedication to his writing schedule, a five to six hour stint beginning at 4am, borders on that of the extreme hermit. Sacrifice for the sake of the reader. That’s the name of the game.
The great Japanese novelist and myself are pretty far apart of course. Not just in terms of quality and output but also in our attitude to our readership. Whereas Murakami toils and sweats to make each of his stories more resounding than the next. I, on the other hand, write principally for myself.
Sure, so the platforms are different — I’m not kidding myself pretending to be a novelist with millions of readers anticipating my next hit. But isn’t ‘writing’ writing all the same? And something as crude and arguably ego-centric as publishing ones own meandering thoughts on a self-titled blog surely still qualifies.
Like structuring a novel, our blogs still require a certain amount of thought and organisation. We sit down to the work, invest time in words, spend a little time formatting. It’s not too dissimilar.
So what’s this neat little caveat, that ‘I write for myself’, really all about? Surely the very act of hitting publish eradicates any chance of that being true? Read More