I'm always curious to find out why one chooses to write a book. It's not exactly something you just wake up and decide to do one day, and those who do probably don't make it very far. As many of you will attest to, the path to creating a novel isn't a very smooth road to go down.
From the many blogs and author interviews I've read, it seems like people decide to write a novel out of either inspiration or desperation. For example, someone reads a book and is immediately inspired to give it a try themselves, or maybe they're inspired by a movie or a speech about "following your dreams." Either way, the determination to write comes from someplace good.
On the other hand, some people start writing out of desperation. Maybe a loved one passes away, someone gets a divorce or is dealing with depression. These people start writing out of desperation. The project becomes a life preserver of sorts; something keeping them afloat. They're desperate for escapism, to make their life mean something, or just to have something to strive towards.
My first writing project was born from the latter--desperation. About four years after making the decision to stay home full-time with my children, I found myself going through a (early) mid-life crisis. This caused a depression that hit me with a vengeance.
My entire life I'd always been the type of person who was always working towards something. I did the college thing, the career thing, and now I was doing the mom thing. I found myself wondering, What now? Is this it for me? Is this all God had planned out for me--to be someone's wife and mother? Don't get me wrong, I don't regret my decision to leave my career, and I still believe being there for your children is the greatest thing you can do with your life. BUT, I wanted more. I needed more. I started thinking about what I wanted out of life, and the most important thing I wanted was not to have any regrets. I decided to do the one thing I had promised myself years ago--write a novel.
It wasn't easy. To be honest, it was hell. I didn't have any confidence (I'm talking zip, zero, zilch). The only reason I kept on going was because I felt like I didn't have a choice. It was sink or swim for me, and even though writing it was the hardest thing I'd ever done, it kept me above water.
Little things have happened along the way that lead me to believe I'm right where I belong. I've never felt more sure about anything in my life, and I honestly believe that the path I'm on is my destiny. Finally knowing "what I want to be when I grow up" is an awesome feeling.
If you'd like to share, I'd love hear how you came to the decision to write that first book. Was it inspiration, desperation, or something else?