Why do writers write?
Why do writers write? For power? Prosperity? Few writers will gain either of these in a lifetime, and most don’t care to. Writers write for the sake of the craft. They write because something inside of them drives them to write.
Why do I write?
Happiness, fulfillment, and a sense of purpose come to mind.
My mother still has a beat up copy of a story I wrote in the second grade about some bunnies and a rainbow, I think. I remember two distinct things about that writing experience. First, I remember the sense of exhilaration I felt as my story began to unfold. Writing was for the most part effortless, and I immediately knew that the story was really good. I didn’t have an inner editor in the second grade. I also remember the sense of pride and accomplishment that I felt when my teacher read it, told me how wonderful it was and proceeded to show it off to the other second grade teachers. There wasn’t much else I was good at-I wasn’t an athlete, I couldn’t play the piano well, and I was a mediocre math student. To realize this gift was like discovering magic.
After that writing experience, I asked my parents for a diary. My mother bought me a little purple one with a lock and key, and I took it with me wherever I went. I still have it! I love to read my old diary entries, because they take me back in time, and I am reminded that once I really was a child who saw the world through innocent eyes.
I write today because it simply feels good to write. I write to discover things about the world and about myself and about the connections between us that are real and telling. I write about my dreams and my childhood and my hopes and my life. I write about things that are happy and about things that are sad and all of these things live and breathe in my beautiful and merciful journal. I am convinced that within that journal lies another bunny story, and I intend to find that diamond in the coming months.
Love what you do! It is a gift.