What is the draw of writing? Sure, there's the joy of creation, seeing a world come out of nothing, but there's something else, something more basic. It's control. The creation is the hook, but control is why the author keeps writing.
It's nice to escape into fiction sometimes, but imagine being able to decide the fates of entire worlds, to change history as you see fit, these are truly godlike powers. God is, after all, called the author of life but He has to be concerned with the good of all of creation, where mortal authors only have a small little scope where they can play around with any aspect they choose. Any consequences that come from their decisions are only in their minds and on the page, so in a separate reality from ours which can be, if nothing else, quite cathartic. In other words, I want to write pretty bad, right now.
Here's a poem about writing that I wrote last year:
Requiem, requiem
Sing me a song of requiem
To honor those struck down
By the mightiest
Instrument
Sing of my children
Who, with torn, cracked
Skin, yellowed by age
Bled their last
At my hand
Lament the honored dead
Whose corpses
Bare the banners
Stained black with lies
And build my gleeming
Tower
-Caston
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