Why do you write?

I thought it fun to do a sort of contest/giveaway thing.

Why do you write?

Answer this question in the comments, or write a post and link it to the post. The prize? A signed copy of Jazz.

And, because it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t answer this question, I’m just going to plagiarize my self from an old post of mine:

I’m a writer because I write, because being a writer is what defines me, defines who I am and who I was and who I will be. And trust me, I wrote for all the reasons you can imagine. I wrote because I had to get those words out of my head, I wrote for fun, I wrote because I wanted to impress people, because I wanted to make them cry or laugh. I wrote because I wanted to leave something behind, because I wanted a really long Wikipedia article about me. I wrote for fame and glory, I wrote for money. I wrote because I was heartbroken, I wrote because I knew no one was going to write my stories for me. I wrote because I was starving. I wrote because I was alone.

I wrote for the entire world, and I wrote for just one person.

I wrote because I knew my stories would never come true, and I wrote because I hoped they would.

Contest is open until Sunday morning. Anyone can enter.

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23 thoughts on “Why do you write?

  1. Think I write because something inside me I have as a means or method of expression and creatively, and it’s how want to convey how I feel to the world. Being a daughter of a painter — chose words as my medium somewhat deliberately. Sometimes believe I’m still painting with words although my methods are completely different but my dad had also told me he wrote in a similar/style way, so perhaps it is just ingrained me, part of my DNA.

  2. I write to share my story and to connect with others. I write because everyone needs to know they are not alone in their experiences and that you are supported in your feelings, beliefs, and experiences. I write to leave a piece of myself on this earth to inspire others. No ones story should go untold as each has their own value, insight, and lesson.

  3. I started writing because I lacked clarity in my life, I was broken. Writing became my fix. I wrote when I was inspired. I wrote when I was sad and needed some encouragement. Just putting it out there made much more sense to me. I know I wrote for selfish reasons. But here’s my story. As days progressed and I read content of fellow bloggers, so did my purpose grow. It made me feel like a part of a community with such beautiful, amazing and creative people and I felt proud to belong here. I now write in hope that I am able to connect with others, to make people feel they are not alone, just letting them know there’s someone out there too who feels the same. One of the many ways that I believe can uncomplicate life is just accepting each other for who we are. Then all of us could happily be our own person.

  4. I write because I can’t stand not to. I write because the words in my mind might burst, and crowd out other genius ideas I might have in the future. I write to alleviate hours of agonizing insomnia. I write because I have stories to tell, whether that be a personal reflection, a hope and a wish, or a frightening tale. I write because there are things to say. I write because it soothes me. I write because blank pages insult me. I write because that’s who I am – a writer.

  5. I write because I am a story, a story worth telling; apart of His Story, written by the Word Himself.

    John 1:1-5, New Life Version.
    “The Word (Christ) was in the beginning. The Word was with God. The Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. He made all things. Nothing was made without Him making it. Life began by Him. His Life was the Light for men. The Light shines in the darkness. The darkness has never been able to put out the Light.”

  6. I’m not sure how to link a blog yet. Hehehe! But I write because it is my therapy. I have so many thoughts in a day! I can barely function, if I don’t open a spout within my head and pour them all out somewhere, somehow. I write because it is my ministry. I use it as a tool to exhort others in their depression, heartbreak, and/or brink of insanity. I must write twice a day–one by hand (in my journal) and electronically (through blogging). If I skip a day of writing, I’m in low spirits. So…I never skip a day of writing. EVER. I write because it is stitched within every fiber of my being. It’s literally my gift. Thanks, Jesus!

  7. I write because there’s a little boy inside me caged deep behind the cold, steel, black bars of my heart, and he’s screaming for attention. But whenever I hear him even attempt to whisper, I pour bourbon down the pipe and drown out the noise.

    Sometimes this doesn’t work. So I write. I write to share my experiences, thoughts, and opinions, and I enjoy making people feel uncomfortable and guilty, and horny. My entertainment of modern day culture whether that be dating, people, religion, lifestyles, stereotypes, it brings me great fulfilment in breaking it down to it’s most satirical roots, and that’s what the readers want from me.

    Also, I’m honestly unapologetic. I can’t help being raw, uncut, and disgraceful at times. I may as well pour that into writing and bring fun to others peoples lives.

    https://kalifornicationx.wordpress.com

  8. I write because I can’t draw …

    No, that is not entirely true.

    I write because it is the music I make without a keyboard with sounds. I write because I have written since I was a little girl, learning to spell, standing in line to have my homework tested and receiving ticks or crosses … it was the ticks I was after, and so I learnt my words. I write because that little girl is still inside me and she has become a Woman who shares the grace that Life has taught her, and it is too much to hold within. I write when I cannot cry. I write because I can cry. I write so that others can find me. I write so that others can find a hand to hold when they are drowning inside. I write so that my children will find words that they can learn and grow more from. I write so that I might be heard. I write in the hope that someone will scoop me out of the sticks and hold my hand, help me up and back onto the stage. I write to share my story, because it is too far out to sound true. I write because I’ve been designed to do that and it helps me to breathe in the waves. I write to share my blessings. I write because I survived. I write because words come easily to me and it is often the road of least resistance. I write because so many have asked me to. I write because it has helped me to walk again.

    With love, always I write with love …
    Even in the strongest terms, I write with love … and always with hope.

    Holly x

    http://www.thehollytreetales.wordpress.com

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  10. Thanks for this contest :) I loved reading through these comments and realizing how many of us write because we don’t know how to do anything else. It’s comforting to know that we’re all looking for some way to share a part of ourselves with the world.

    It’s why I started writing, as you can see here: https://stillwaitingforprincecharming.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/look-thats-mine/

    Disclaimer: It’s an old post inspired by the #Blogging101 Challenge.

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