Ms. Mercedes asked a very valid question this morning that got me to thinking.
Why Do I Write?
Well, I guess there are lots of reasons.
First of all I love to read. Literally, I will read anything once and it is up to that author to convince me to pick it up again or grab another book of theirs. I am a voracious reader. I can read a 400 page novel in about 6 hours. I can go though 5 novels a week if I so choose and I have before. I have been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning because I did not want to put a book down.
At age 15 I had read all of the fantasy, science fiction, horror and thriller books in our small library. Even then I always hated endings that didn’t pull the story completely together. I always wondered what happened after the words “the end.” I tried clumsy stories at about that time.
I like to create and build things whether from beads, thread, paper, pencil or words. I enjoy starting out with lots of pieces and figuring out how they work together. I enjoy how what I make effects the people that read and see it.
I have all of these ideas running around in my head. Seriously, some might think I were deranged if they saw what all goes on in there. Flickers of ideas on plots, characters, settings mixed with ongoing scenes like a movie in my head. I see my ideas. I really do. I mentally involve myself in this world so that I can accurately describe what is going on.
So there are lots of reasons why I like to write. I think a part of me, the dreamer part, is born to it. I cannot imagine not having a pen and notebook or computer available so that I can write. I cannot imagine me not writing.
These are some of my reasons, what are yours?