Why I Write
I don’t know why I thought this would be an easy blog post. I mean, sure there are a lot of reasons that I write, but trying to condense it is trickier than I thought.
I write because I’m really not great at working in an environment that involves cubicles.
I write because I don’t like to wear pants or shoes and not wearing pants and shoes is generally frowned upon outside one’s home.
I write because I enjoy creating something that wasn’t there before while using the same twenty-six letters that everyone else is using.
I write because I get characters and bits of dialogue stuck in my head, and I want to follow them to see where they lead.
I write because when I was little and my parents got divorced (bear with me) some jerky guy wanted me to write about my feelings and I didn’t want to. My feelings were fine, thanks. So I wrote about a beautiful witch who lived in the woods with her pet cats, and dogs, and horses, and foxes, and bears. And she had lovely tea parties for all of her pets and the village children. But one day, a man came along and asked her about her feelings. So her pet bears ate him. After I wrote that story, that guy stopped asking about my feelings which were still fine, by the way, and I realized that words have power.
I write because sometimes, the witch wins and the bears get lunch.
I write because words have power.
I write because it makes me happy.
And isn’t that enough of a reason to do something?
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