Why I write
Loneliness, reading, creativity
I remember sitting in my room as a kid, not one for sports- more nose in a book than a hand on a bat. I lived vicariously through characters. I cannot even remember the first time I actually touched pencil to page. But whatever day it was, it stuck. Once I started writing, particularly in middle school, I couldn't stop. I wrote crappy poetry and some rather good stuff, too. I entered contests at school. I wanted to be a famous writer, known more for quality and art than churning out mass production crap. Edgar Allen Poe, Ray Bradbury, later Toni Morrison... I wanted to make a statement, a mark on the world. Then I relaized that the writing made a mark on me. Hooked.. can't stop now!
I write because without it I'd die. I'd fall into deep despair. I'd faint away into nothingness. Writing keeps me sane.
I write because I like to see words swirl and merge into beautiful dreams, wild flights of fancy, and cryptic nightmares. Words inspire me.
I write. You read. We speak.
Welcome to the world of words.
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