On Passion and PIE
Before I begin, a few confessions. I have an ugly shirt, voices in my head, and a hankering for pie (more on that in a bit). Now that I have that out of the way, let’s get on with the matter at hand, shall we?
Back in March of last year, I had the honor of being the first guest blogger on this site. At the time, I didn’t know what I wanted to write about, though it was certain I was going to mention pie. I love pie. Who doesn’t? What I wrote was pretty decent, I think, and upon re-reading it, I started thinking – about passion and the amazing things we do in pursuit of what we love.
When I was down in the dumps and looking for something to do with myself to make life more interesting and fulfilling, a wise man suggested I start writing. I’ve always wanted to be a writer but, for the better part of 30 years, I did far more talking about writing than writing itself. But, once I decided to shake off my malaise and get cracking, I rediscovered something: I really, really liked it.
I liked creating characters: their names, their looks, their backstories and quirks and motivations and desires and passions. I liked putting them in rooms together and letting them talk to one another. I liked creating obstacles for them and seeing how they could get out of sticky situations. I liked writing scenes that made me laugh, or tear up, or even get a little creeped out. I didn’t know if I would ever find an audience for my writing, but it didn’t matter. I loved it.
People ask me how I found the motivation to write. I ask why people go to the gym every day or spend hours making elaborate soufflés or playing the guitar or any number of other things. As Twain once wrote:
Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it — namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign.
So I had discovered a passion. And, eventually, I found a publisher who had a passion for my writing, too. And I found some readers who could share my world and my characters and my tiny sliver of insanity so my passion could be theirs for a little while.
Then, through the magic of the Internet, I met a lot of other people with passion: writers and artists and editors and more. I even met some bloggers and reviewers, one of whom asked me to do a guest blog many months ago. Not only did she share her first name with my lead character, but she had passion, too, for reading and writing and meeting people and sharing her thoughts with the world. She has run her review site with integrity, enthusiasm and, yes, passion for a year now, and it has been a true pleasure to be a part of that. I hope she has many good years to come.
And I’d gladly share my pie with her any day.
R. P. STEEVES has been writing in just about every format imaginable since he was a child. He’s written short stories,newspaper columns, stage plays and even a radio drama. Now he has written his first urban fantasy novel about an adventurous, sarcastic and mysterious woman known only as Misty Johnson, whose mission in life is to uncover the truth that hides in the supernatural underbelly of Washington DC.
Rich was born and raised in Connecticut, has a Master’s degree in education, and taught middle school for nine years. He enjoys solving puzzles, rollerblading, watching movies and has recently taken up archery. He looks forward to chronicling the further adventures of Misty Johnson and her band of supernatural misfits…
Synopsis: Centuries ago, Misty Johnson was cursed with near immortality when a black magic spell she was casting backfired…and the supernatural realm has regretted it ever since. Now, with the help of her partner, Dru Chance, the two take on the magical underbelly of Washington D.C. An unnatural life span. A timeless mission. A woman like no other. Just don’t call her a detective!
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