Why Do I Write?
There is no easy answer for this question. I could say a hundred different reasons and still be no closer to answering it as I was at the beginning.
For me, writing is like breathing. You don’t choose to do it. You don’t even know you’re doing it most of the time until you suddenly start panting from exertion or realize that you’ve been hit upside the head and can’t catch a breath. Writing is like that…
You start writing and just keep on writing until you hit a rough patch or have a really great day where the creative juices are just overwhelming! Then you sit back and remember that you’re only human and that you are, in a sense, breathing. It isn’t always easy and it isn’t always hard. Writing is like a dance and hand to hand combat all at the same time, but if persevered through, totally worth every gallon of blood, sweat, and tears.
I hated the process of learning to read when I was younger. I would go so far as to hide the textbooks and threaten to burn them (I was already a violent author even back then!). But I can vividly remember the first time I actually was able to read a book cover to cover. And suddenly entire worlds were open for me to explore.
To Be Continued…