Why do I write?
The question has echoed in my head more than once, maybe you’ve heard the same? This question is healthy–sort of a reality check. Without a vision of where we’re heading it can be hard to see the meaning of what we are doing now.
So why do I write?
First, I want to achieve greatness. This is the driving force in all of us, we want to be great–and that is such a good thing. Maybe we don’t understand how we are great or will become great, but we all have hope to be great. We want to make a difference and writing is a special opportunity to reach an audience tailored to the writers’ genre. Someday I vision being much more than a blog, much more than another post in your reader. I see books, traveling, opportunity, and a community. Can you see it?
Second, my heart longs to be needed. Isn’t it funny that when we give or serve others we feel worth? While it is fun to be the one receiving a gift, there is an even better feeling when you know you have given a good gift. I write in hope to give a part of myself as encouragement. We all understand the special joy that comes along with an amazing comment. It’s validation. They get it, they get us. We did something and it feels really good.
Third, I’m angry. When I hear stories of people who have been hurt, I hurt with them. Badly. Some of you have had to go through (and are going through) just flat out awful circumstances–I want to help. The best way I know how is by reaching out and becoming vulnerable. There is healing in a good conversation and I hope to start more and more of those here.
Fourth, writing is fun. I would have never thought I would find myself here and I think that is why I question it so often. I enjoy reading what you have to say and I enjoy being able to get an entire idea out without being interrupted. Life likes to interrupt, but no matter what my words will be here waiting for me to finish…. them. 🙂
Finally, because writing changes things. Writing can change attitudes, hearts, minds, and opinions. It can breathe life. Writing makes a difference.
As I’m sure there are a handful of other reasons I write, this is all my brain would like to spit out at the moment. So my fellow writer friend, why do you write?