The Purpose of Writing


Is it true that an entertainer is one who writes to amuse, disturb or divert while  an artist often writes for himself; sometimes because he feels he has no choice. Is being an artist the last hope of the socially awkward who, on land shuffle  around in an ungainly manner, only to move in a smooth and direct style once they enter the uncharted seas of the written word or some other means of expression.

Many of the best known artists and authors where “discovered” after their deaths, and thus left this earth secure in the knowledge that their efforts had passed largely unrecognised and rewarded. Are they now sitting on clouds, equipped with angelic wings and saying, with a voice filled with frustration, of the new reviewers and readers, “Oh Yes, you love my work now, but where were you when I needed the money to buy a fresh supply of potted plants and sausages.”

Not many people, and I agree with them, have any wish to live on crusts in an attic while the landlord demands the back-rent.  Many, myself included, dream of a short period of whimsical penmanship, followed by a surprise discovery by a major publishing house.  A few pleasant mornings on the sofa’s of various television shows before a long alcohol fueled lunch with Steven Spielberg, discussing the film script and the benefits of various off-shore bank accounts. Needless to say, some guy with luminous spectacle frames would interview me in the lobby of a posh hotel before inviting me for a month’s snorkeling holiday in the Virgin Islands.

I rather fancy the lightly grilled Dover sole if that’s on the menu for my lunch with Steven and if he is up  for it. Oh sorry. I haven’t been discovered yet so there might be some delay before these delightful imaginings come to pass .

Still back to my dreaming. He would compliment me on the novel’s accessibility and its sharply drawn characters.In essence the plot centres round a man-eating blancmange with hidden powers,  about to eat the diners during a Christmas dinner but suddenly discovering the concept of mercy after falling in love with the double cream and ginger sauce thus saving it’s  intended  victim’s,  whose minds meanwhile, are softened by a bottle or so of haunted wine,  from a fate worse than vacuuming.Without warning a small choir of garden peas , holed up on a fancy dish at the edge of the table would start singing carols. The harmonies are almost faultless.

Obviously after a period of seasoned and profound reflection, where his sense of balance between  the frontiers of artistic conceptual art and the brilliantly commercial edge-play are  bought into focus,and apart from his admiration for the idea of a lime flavoured Blancmange psychopath, the plotline  grips his imagination. There are a couple of teething problems. Starting the novel seems to be harder than I thought but I have made decent headway on Steven’s favourite foods and have researched the restaurants he might enjoy the most. Planning is everything.

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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16 Responses to The Purpose of Writing

  1. catterel says:

    That made my morning coffee taste even better than usual! Ta, Ducks!

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  2. cyberiann says:

    brilliant!

    Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2012 10:17:19 +0000 To: thoogewerf@msn.com

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  3. Caroline says:

    Love it! But where’s the seduction scene??
    xx

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  4. e says:

    Lovely writing, this is!

    e

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  5. babs50nfab says:

    You slay me! Keep writing Peter…Spielberg is waiting!
    b

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  6. backonmyown says:

    Keep the dream alive. Steven may discover you yet. Even if he doesn’t, I’m glad I did.

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  7. Al says:

    Don’t worry Peter, your ship will soon come in and Spielberg will come crawling. Before you know it, you will be counting those offshore accounts instead of ducks.

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  8. nelle says:

    rofl, cute! I’d go for dinner with JKR, but that’s me.

    Now about starting the novel… with a bottle of your favourite and a glass your favourite wine, begin to write only when half the bottle or less remains. First rule of creative writing, shut off your mind and let your fingers do the heavy thinking.

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  9. Ina says:

    Lovely 🙂
    I have nominated you for ‘Blog of the Year’ award. All details on my latest post.

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  10. Ooooo, your name is Peter!
    Who will play you in the movie, Dear?

    Xxxxx

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    • I think I would take the Alfred Hitchcock approach and make a fleeting appearance as a waiter at the restaurant. You could star as the head waitress and Mr Liverpool could be the wine waiter. That way we all get to hang out in the kitchen and have a good laugh together. What could be nicer than that

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  11. Vikingessa says:

    I write because I have to or the ideas will overflow and I generally become very cranky if I don’t do anything with it. Not writing makes me literally restless and on edge. Dad calls writing and art my therapy 🙂 to the degree where he said I shouldn’t feel bad for buying art supplies.

    Good entry 🙂

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  12. renxkyoko says:

    Ah, like Tom Clancy…. he writes with a movie adaptation in mind and more $$$$$.

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  13. eof737 says:

    I’ll recommend Francis Ford Coppola of The God Father fame…. After all, we want a gritty, bash you in the head tale… Keep writing, that waiter role might evolve into something a tad dangerous…

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  14. Love it! So visual, entertaining, and profound. Imagination is everything, especially in the consideration of success! Life is full of choices (or, shall we say, callings) and sometimes living on crusts is better than abandoning the dream.

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