Elicit: to draw forth into existence.
What a word. What a feeling.
It's my job, of course. It's what writers strive to do, or at least good writers, in my opinion. I write for myself and the satisfaction of it, but I want to grab as many people as I can to bring them along into the story. That's my purpose.
Come with me. Feel with me. Be with me.
I want you to feel pleasure, relief, and angst. Love. Betrayal. The dark and the light.
Readers live a million lives through the eyes of others.
Making it happen is a massive responsibility.
"Meh writing" is a travesty. We've all had books that we've cracked open the cover with anticipation and then chunked it at the nearest wall.
It's heartbreaking and all-around disappointment. Leaves a bad taste in our mouth, and we're not soon over it.
Makes us a bit book-shy.
But when we crack open a book and our hearts and minds are filled with a story which takes us on an adventure we don't want to end?
It fills us up in ways even we aren't aware.
I strive to make readers laugh aloud. Cry. Curse. Reread the sexy parts. I want full immersion. Sink into it. Full saturation.
I'm either writing a massacre today or a long-awaited sex scene. Both will be deeply emotional and satisfying.
Loss? Love?
Whichever I choose, I'll put my heart and soul into it.
It's no less than any writer should do.
Always writing*
...I think I'm killing people today...
