“What are you writing for?”
I was once asked this by someone who had just met me. The question caught me slightly off guard, and gave me cause to pause. For how do I sum up something that is so much a part of me, so much embedded in me that I wouldn’t be the same person without it? I do not write for a task. Like a school project, as the questioner had assumed. No, I write for something more abstract, something uncontrollable. And so, after a few moments of reflection, I answered:
“Where do I begin?
First off, you should know I’m not normal.
I have a lot of imaginary people that live in my head.
And if left alone they drive me crazy,
So I have no choice but to write them into stories.
I am a teller of tales, a weaver of wonder, a professional day dreamer.
In other words….
I am an author.”
I write because I can’t imagine doing anything else. One such as I cannot simply not write, Muse would not allow it, and wouldn’t haven’t it any other way.
That was my answer.
So…. what is yours? What are YOU writing for?