Why do I write?
It’s not because I can boast to others that I have something published (although this is a nice side benefit).
It’s not because I want to stay home, in my writer’s den, with a pen (or keyboard) in hand all day long (although this is a very nice dream).
It’s not because Muse would drive me insane if I don’t (although this happens regardless if I write or not).
So, why do I write?
I write because it is what I was born to do.
I may never be a great writer, or have very few works published.
I’m completely at peace with that.
I write because words are the music from my soul.
I am nothing.