“Why do I write…? Hmm.”, I wish all the answers would come so easily to me as I sit in front of my laptop staring at the word count.There are a hundred on any given day and zero when I’m asked.
I can tell you more readily what are not the reasons that I write, and in that would narrow it down:
- I don’t write to make myself into a person with a fictional life that is to be admired and adored.I’d rather you get to know who I actually am, instead of a photo-shopped copy.
2. I don’t write to make my life seem exciting, it really isn’t that action-packed and that’s fine with me. Although, I do have awesome family and friends who keep me entertained. (Love you guys!)
4. And I don’t have the blessed gift for description like the author, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who could describe a simple using two pages of metaphors, but I can tell you how excited a meal at a really good restaurant can make me.
I think I write because there’s not always someone to listen to my rantings in my home and I can almost bet that at any given time of the day there’s at least one other nut like me out there looking for a kindred spirit nut in the interwebs, and hopefully they’ll land on my page.
In all seriousness I just like being creative in whatever way communicates my message the best ,and my memory is like a sieve and I need to journal my life and experiences. Can you relate? If so I’d love to hear in the comments below
Until our next rendezvous..