I write because I want, maybe even by accident, to create something beautiful.
I write because I want to find out who I am.
I write because there’s nothing else I’d rather do.
I write because I can’t dance, I can’t sing, and I can’t paint.
I write because I want to leave my mark upon this world.
I write because I feel that sometimes only words can change the world.
I’ve been writing for little over 10 years now. To be honest, when I first started writing I thought there was nothing complicated about it. You only needed imagination, I thought. Of course, I was 14. But even then, when I thought writing was easy, I wanted to say something. I genuinely felt that I had something to say. I only needed to acquire the tools.
I’ve always wanted to inspire in people what my favorite books have inspired in me. And I was relentless in this pursuit. I also realized that there was a lot more to writing than I had first thought. It wasn’t a get rich quick scheme, it wasn’t easy, it wasn’t all about imagination. Hell, it wasn’t even all about words.
But enough about me.
Why do you write?