First of all, let me say this: I loved listening to John U. Bacon talk about why he writes last week. I’ve always enjoyed his books and writing style, but hearing about what drives him as a writer was a great experience.
His stories about waking up early in the morning and writing in a freezing cold building or coming home late from a party and cranking out a ten page story were inspiring anecdotes that showed me what “following your passion” really means. It’s a phrase we hear a lot, especially looking forward to our future jobs. The question, “I don’t know what to do!” is almost always answered with another question, “Well, what do you love to do?” While this never actually helps me out (I don’t know what to do because I’m not sure what I love to do), it’s still an important topic to think about. John U. Bacon was inspiring because he knew what he loved to do, and he followed it.
But here’s the thing: Bacon didn’t inspire me to write more. In fact, he made me realize that I’m NOT a writer. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I realized that I don’t have that need to write that Bacon advocated for. Sure, I enjoy writing, and I think it’s interesting what I can create with words, but really, I typically write for an agenda. I write to influence people or to have some kind of impact. I’m not destined to be a writer.
Still, he inspired me to look for what I do love to do. What do I NEED to do? What makes me as satisfied as writing makes Bacon? I’m not sure yet, but I’m excited to search for it.