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The Philosophy of The Writer


Why would someone want to be a writer? Why would they want to spend a thousand hours alone staring at a computer screen, typing? Why would they want to do a thousand hours of research? Why would they want to use their emotions to create art? Why would they want to open up their heads and let strangers in? Why would they open up their chest and bare their heart for everyone to see? Is it for fame? Is it for love? Is it for acceptance? Is it to seem intelligent? Is it to transcend death? Why would someone spend their whole life drinking and writing stories? The chance of being a successful writer is the same as winning the lottery. Why go through such a grind? Why choose writing as the thing to spend most of your time on? Why? Why the hell would someone want to be a goddamn writer in 2025? Does art even exist in a capitalist society, or does everything immediately get turned into a product to be packaged and sold back to us? Why would someone sell little pieces of their soul? Just to get a little bit more? Why the hell would any sane person want to be a writer? 


Well, let me tell you what Aslan, the main character of one of my books, thinks. 


“Firstly,” he brought up his middle finger again, “we, as writers, will NEVER accept a popular or convenient belief simply because it is popular or convenient.

“This is not a particular order, by the way,” he added.

She nodded again. 

“Second-of-Lee, we will carefully weigh the validity of every supposition, fact, or explanation presented to us.

“Thirdly, we will ALWAYS recognize and respect the VAST chasm between theory and proof.

“Fourthly, all of history teaches us that 'unknown' does NOT mean 'unknowable'.

“Fifthly, if not for those who questioned the status quo, mankind would still be huddled in caves worshiping rocks, trees and weather. So, don’t be afraid to challenge the mainstream or the majority. Ask questions boldly and be open to any answer to those questions.

“Sixthly, the fact that we, as thinking beings, can cause or alter events is NOT proof that all events are therefore caused by thinking beings.

His fingers had the strangest configuration of ‘7’ Rin had ever seen. She was almost impressed. 

“Seventh-of-Lee, “he said, “Attribution of the unknown to deities or supernatural events is the definition of laziness.

“Eighthly, we will always seek logical and provable answers to life's questions.

“Ninthly, we fully accept that many of my questions will not be answered in my lifetime.

“Tenthly, we shall die knowing that my time and intellect were not wasted on the primitive worship of natural phenomena.”

He sat down and smiled at her. “Get it?”


“No. I don’t. None of that has anything to do with being a writer.”


He thought about it for a moment. "I suppose it doesn't." He laughed loudly. She rolled her eyes.


The writer is an explorer. He is fearless in his pursuit to uncover the truth—both internally and externally. The writer wanders the maze inside of the mind. The writer feels everything, and processes it thoroughly, using his feelings to create, in an attempt to make something honest about being a human, that someone out there might relate to, some day. The writer is bold and fearless in his own way. The writer writes to be free. The writer explores ideas and theories through fiction. The writer explores everything they have inside of themselves, and then explores out lays inside of others.


-CH 10/21/25

 
 
 

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