Greetings My Lovelies!
Today’s post is a bit of a personal one. Often when I talk to people about my writing and the books I’ve published, they tend to look at me like I’ve grown three heads. To people who aren’t writers, writing is often this crazy and amazing skill. And then they usually follow up with “WHY?”
Such a funny question “why”.
I tend to find that I cant really answer that question. I don’t know why I feel the compulsion to write, only that I do. I’ve been telling stories for almost my whole life. But the firs time I put pen to paper was middle school. And while those stories in my head raged and demanded to be let out, I never saw them to their end. I lacked the discipline then. But now I’m different.
I write because I can’t imagine doing anything else. I love it. I love creating worlds, people, and weaving them into a story. While I have some control over the story and the characters, they still evolve organically.
I write because it gives me peace. It quiets the demons in my head telling my cruel lies. I loose myself in my work, my craft, living out tiny pieces of my soul in the worlds I create. That doesn’t mean that I self insert myself…no… just fragments of myself (the broken bits) tend to make their way into my works.
I write because as of right now nothing gives me as much joy as finally being able to hold my book in my hands. To see all that work and pain meld into something that brings joy.
These are just a few of the reasons why I write. What about you? Why do you write, create, or whatever? Comment below. I’d love to read them.