Why do you write?
As writers, we have all been asked this question, have we not?
In interviews, in queries, in casual conversation, we have always been asked this question.
And more often than not, we would respond with some words that make some sound like the perfect combination of an artist and a scholar. That is how we want to be seen, right? That is what benefits us.
Why do I write?
The answer is actually quite simple. I write because I do not know what else to do.
I have long believed that in humans, and perhaps in all sentient beings, along with an ability to understand arises a desire to be understood.
Some among us may be blessed with souls that are lucid. Clear.
Some are cursed with darkness and discord.
But if you dive into the deepest of our depths, you will see that it does all make some sense.
So, why do I write?
Why do I write ten thousand words and pray ‘t be worth the price?
To see a method to this madness, ten words would not suffice.