Carole Maso Reading Response

“What deal must I strike in order to be published by you? What pose, bargain, stance, is it I must strike with you now?”

So Faustian. Sometimes I think writers become too caught up in their search for celebrity that they forget they had a message to spread in the first place. Sometimes I peruse the shelves in a book store and wonder if the authors really wanted to write those books. Was it their dream, their purpose, to write another book about something trivial because they thought they could present it in a new light, or did they succumb to the promise of a semi-steady income and the chance for fame and write what they thought we’d want to read? Writing isn’t something you do for other people; writing is something you do for yourself, something that serves as an extension of your thoughts, your beliefs, your unspoken imaginings. If writers of the future could step back, take a deep breath, and remind themselves of this simple fact, writing would become what it’s meant to be – an outlet, an escape, a dream-driven exploration of things no one can lay claim to.