Most days, I have no idea what I’m going to blog about until I sit down at my computer. Even then, sometimes it takes me a while to come up with something. And if I can’t, chances are I’ll just skip blogging for the day. After all, I usually don’t post every day.
Today, however, was one of those blessed days where I signed onto Twitter and noticed the number one trending topic in the nation: #WhyIWrite. It was like a gift from the blogging gods. Why do I write?
My immediate answer was Because I can’t not write. Eloquent, I know. But it’s true! To not write would be almost physically impossible for me. It’s a part of who I am, perhaps more so than just about any other quality that I possess. When I’m writing, everything makes sense. It’s one of the few things that has always come naturally to me.
My parents read to me every night, from the day I was born up until I learned to read myself. Both profess that they don’t remember teaching me or my sister to read. We just seemed to pick it up after having been read to our entire lives. Writing followed shortly thereafter.
For years, writing was something I just did for fun. In fact, I didn’t even realize I was doing it, if that makes any sense at all. It was just something I did because I wanted to, like playing jump rope or riding my bike. I even wrote stories about my future. That should have been a clue right there that all my other interests would eventually take a backseat to writing. Actually, looking back, I think they already had.
I write for myself, but I also write because I truly believe that it’s my way of interacting with the world, and maybe even doing some good. I don’t write personal narratives very often, but I’m a huge believer in mental health awareness. I’m also a big tree-hugger and animal and nature-lover. Writing it what I have to give. And I hope, one day, I’ll be able to make a difference.
I also write because I love characters and I love stories and I love adventures. There will never be enough books in the world, nor intriguing characters to get to know. I have dozens of plot lines and characters and places all swimming around in my head. I have to let them out. They’d drive me absolutely crazy if I didn’t. And I want to give them their own stories. I think they deserve that. I hope I live long enough to see that happen for them. I’m hoping I’ve got at least another fifty-sixty years, so I should be good. Still, that doesn’t really seem like a very long time, and in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not. I better get a move on!
Most importantly, I write because it’s what I love. It makes me happy. It gives me a thrill. I hope to keep writing for the rest of my life, regardless of whether my books go on to become bestsellers or not. Everything about writing is magic to me, and I’m thankful every day for books and for words and for stories. May they never fade from our human experience.
Hi Jackie, this post sums up what I think a lot of writers feel. I know that for myself I get a little twitchy if I don’t write for more than a few days, and when life is being difficult then it can be a great escape 😊
I am the same way! Thanks, Peter! 🙂
“When I write, everything makes sense.” Amen.