In the months, that I have talked about writing, the one topic that I have never touched on is why do I write? The answer for me is that I enjoy writing/telling stories. Seeing where you can take a character physically as well as emotionally. Seeing all the different types of characters that there are to explore. Being able to tell their stories is a true gift, and its an art form. A clear and precise art form that involves crafting something out of nothing.
I write because I enjoy it. That may be a pure answer, but it’s true I do enjoy it. Even when I get the occasional spell of writer’s block or dry spell. But overall I enjoy it. It’s like creating entertainment that I enjoy writing as well as having someone else read it. Sure, not everyone is going to like what I have to write, but for me, if I find that one reader who cares enough or is interested enough in reading what I have to say, then at the end of the day I have done my job, and that is what makes me happy.
Yes, I have aspirations of writing for a living and making money off of it, but who doesn’t at some point in their life. I just chose that time is now, while I’m still young and can learn from my mistakes. But we all have learned from our mistakes and those lessons are not easy but at the end of the day, they are my lessons to learn from.
I enjoy days when I can set at my desk, write for hours and think of nothing that I’m writing at the moment. That is one of the great things that I enjoy about getting lots of snow, for that is the point of when I can’t go anywhere and I can watch the snow fall as I write by a window. This is why I write because I enjoy it. And if there ever comes a time when I don’t enjoy it, then I must be dying or I’m already dead, for I know that my lifetime of writing has been completed.