Why I Write.
Writing is chemistry. Change one element in the skeletal model and you’ll have a completely different molecule – and most likely a different reaction. Words work like that: the right ones, in just the right order, create the desired result, translating a thought, a feeling or an entire life's story.
Writing is a miracle, and what amazes me most, is the awe I feel when a story unfolds right under my fingertips. Characters coming to live, so vividly, sprouting from my imagination. Sometimes I forget I don’t actually know these people, and then I remember that, yes, I do. And then I wonder where they’ll take me next.
Writing is electricity. An energy, a force, a flow I can’t explain with words. It’s not a dream and it’s not reality. It’s new, and yet, it’s not. We think stories are born in our minds, but writing, when it’s good, comes from a place further than the heart. That realization, when I read back what appeared on paper, makes me feel alive.
Writing is emotional. Writing moves me, and putting stories to paper, I hope they can move another. Words, as a guide into our psyche and all that’s there to feel. Discovering what appalls, annoys, terrifies us. What touches, elates, intrigues us. Writing is exploring, traveling, learning, seeking, hoping. Persisting and pursuing, it’s a battle, a fight. A war, at times.
I write because it’s everything. All the good and all the bad. The struggle and the victory.
Needing it as much as breathing, to me, it’s life.