On Writing
Friday night I had dinner with family and some friends that I had not seen for a long time. Two of them I find out are in the process of writing a book. One other person that was supposed to be there but couldn’t be due a prior engagement, is also starting to write a book.
This got me to thinking. Not about myself writing a book, I know I don’t have a story that I want to tell that way. But just about writing. The process of it, the drive to do it. All three of these individuals can be very highly motivated and VERY creative. Not the single dimensional creativity that many people display from time to time. The world changing creativity that they bring to every aspect of everything they do.
All three are entrepreneurs, or have been at some time in the past. All three have a technical bent of some kind. (To be honest one is more of a technical pretzel, his interests and projects look more like a sick form of the game Twister than anything else.)
I find myself wanting to read whatever it is that the three of them write. I even find myself wanting to provide feedback for them as an early reader of their manuscripts. But for selfish reasons. I want to be able to tell people that I read that book before it was even published and now it is on the New York Times Best Seller list, or won a Hugo, or some other award.
Is that wrong?