To Write is to Love

To write is to love. It is to love your characters, your story, your ideas, and your themes. More than that, it is to love your readers, your truth-telling, your God, and yourself. To write is to have a deep affection for something, whether that something be life or a message or a goal. I find it hard to imagine writing without being enamored with something or someone. I am sure such an exercise is possible, but I wonder whether a work would be worth reading if the author did not have some belief and interest in what he or she had written.

To love is, in turn, many things. It is to give, just as we give life to our novels, but it is also to receive wherein we are as informed as by our characters and messages as they are by us. Our stories mold us even as we form the words to tell them.

To love is also to take pride in what we love, but at the same time, it is to be humbled by the object of our love. We often write with the intention of unveiling beauty and truth to the world, but in the same instant, the privilege of presenting such splendor and honesty can draw us to our knees.

To love is to sacrifice, but in addition, it is to accept what another yields. In writing, we spend countless hours and tears crafting just what we would like to say, but in exchange, we collect insights and awarenesses and epiphanies like so many crumbs off a table. Soon, we have feasted ourselves on their wisdom and rapture.

To love is to smile and cry and experience life alongside another, but it is also to hear someone else’s laughter in our joy and feel another’s tears in our sorrow, mingling with our own. Often, we experience a character’s happiness or frustration or anguish as though we were enduring the same emotions, but there exist moments, too, when we recognize our own trials in the personalities we have written and find in these characters a solace of understanding.

To write is to love, just as many things are. It might be better stated, “to create is to love.” Indeed, in love God created us and fashioned us as creators and lovers ourselves. His first instruction to us was, “Be fruitful and multiply,” that is, come together in love to create a being like yourselves who will, in turn, love and create. There are some who would dismiss writing, especially fiction-writing, as futile and unavailing, but I have found some of my most profound enlightenment in it. Through writing I have learned to better love, for writing itself is a love, and through writing I have become a more honest version of myself. It is for infatuation with life, for endearment of emotion, for passion for people, and for adoration of my God that I spin my stories, and it is for hope in a greater Story, for the glorious ending that is only a beginning, I make ready.