Why do writers write?
The answer seems obvious, and the reasons are similar among most writers.
It’s because we must.
It’s who we are.
We have no choice but to write…
or go stark, raving mad.
There has to be more to it than that.
In my mind, at least.
We must dig deeper.
There is a reason other than the ones we give to people (even to ourselves).
What is it?
Why write at all? What’s the true driving force behind this passion? This innate desire to put words down? To create?
There has to be more than just “I need to write.”
Is it because we are already mad?
Perhaps we need to be crazy enough to dig deep into our minds, the deepest, darkest parts of our psyche in order to pull out our masterpieces.
To share openly with the world.
To be willing to be criticized and ridiculed.
But why do all this?
Writers are an eccentric lot.
the reasons behind the why of what we do are infinite.
To try to even understand us is…
So, don’t bother.
Just accept us for who we are.
Just accept yourself for who you are.