Orwell’s four great motives for [my] writing:
(i) Sheer egoism.
I do want to come off as clever. I appreciate those who are, and I feel good about myself when people tell me that I am creative. And though I don’t see myself as “acutely selfish” I do believe that my ideas are nuanced enough to attract attention or praise. It think that’s natural of the human condition: we’re selfish beings who sometimes act altruistically when it benefits us: our social, emotional and mental health. However, I think I might be more of a journalist than a writer: I’m interested in material success just as much as I’m interested in organizing my thoughts through the arrangement of the written word.
(ii) Aesthetic enthusiasm.
Each morning, I leave my house at promptly 8:15 am. I take a deep breath in so that my lungs can inflate with the young day’s crisp air. I look around me, and understand that I’ll be walking alone for another fifteen minutes. I use this time to peel back the layers of my conscious and subconscious thought; I try to braid them together and draw parallels.
That was a piece of an experience that feels valuable, and “ought not to be missed.” I think it’s beautiful how we can comprehend the external world and arrange its characteristics into the written word. We can translate our senses into articulate words, sentences, essays, and novels. We can attempt to “evoke the imperfection of thought.”
(iii) Historical impulse.
I “desire to see things as they are,” and record them so that their existence is permanent through language. Personally, I tend to record personal history, because I don’t find writing about history to be as stimulating as other people do. But I decided that Orwell considered both to be likely motives for the historical impulse to write. If I don’t write about things, whether it be in a text, a blog entry, or an essay, I fear I might forget it. I fear that I might forget it in all of its raw, in-the-moment beauty. I fear that once the moment has passed for a sizable amount of time, I’ll never be able to access the honest emotions associated with that happening. Though there is a case for the undying nature of emotions and senses for landmark life events, events that would be difficult to erase from your sometimes absorbent, sometimes dried out, memory.
(iv) Political purpose.
He uses “the word ‘political’ in the widest possible sense.”
This represents the desire to progress society, to persuade people to think or act in a certain way. Everything that I write has a certain political bias, because even a preference for politically secular work is an underlying political opinion. And, it seems that some of my favorite writing is out of anger at chunks of society. I tend to tailor my work to the “masses.” And I mean that in the nicest way possible, I tailor my work to the non-writers, the people who don’t value Orwell’s four great motives, and the people who can’t see out of Joan Didion’s camera lens. It is this goal-oriented writing that has forced blogging to be a beckoning for the golden age of Journalism.