What is it you want, as a writer that is?
Do you want money? Fame? Notoriety?
Me, I'll tell you what I want, since you asked nicely.
I want to be loved.
I brought the cheese, you bring the crackers, eh.
But really, that's what I want. I want to be that lingering aftertaste, that euphoric moment after you wake up from a vivid dream.
I want to be one of those authors who people discuss fondly, and say, Man, I liked that story. It resonated. I related to that character. Remember that one scene where the woman sewed her arm back on, man that was cool.
I don't know if that will bring me anything other than internal satisfaction. If so, that's fine, I suppose.
See, I mentioned in an older post that one of my readers gave me a statue of Percy Freebottom, a character I created who is all dreamer, and all he dreams of is writing his name in the moon. The reader bought me a 12" statue of a spaceman, and had the name Freebottom stenciled on the lapel pocket.
He said when he and his wife were at a baseball game on a full moon night, his wife looked up at the moon and said, I wonder if Percy wrote his name yet?
That's what I want, folks. I want to resonate. I want to vibrate deep in your cockles.
Anyway, what is it you want, and are you finding it yet? I am. One reader at a time, I'm finding it just fine.