Why Do I Love to Write

When my day gets crazy (which is pretty much every day) and I have no time left to do anything but chores, I may ask myself: Why do I even bother trying to write and continuing to make my fruitless attempts to sit down and jot down an idea or two, or a paragraph, or even a page? It all seems like a never ending struggle between what I have to do and I would love to do.

So I asked myself all those why’s and here is what I feel drives me forward:

1. Thinking about writing makes me smile. It’s like getting together with a great friend you are always happy to see.
2. I, like all of us, humans, have a story to tell and I want to tell it.
3. Writing is my escape into another world and I can make it be whatever world I want.
4. Writing makes me dream again, like I did when I was a child and this feeling and the memories make me happy.
5. Writing is the way I express what I’m feeling inside. I don’t think I would be able to talk to anyone for that long. I don’t think anyone would listen to me for that long either.
6. Good or bad, I can leave my written stories to my kids. They can read them when I’m no longer around and hear my voice in their minds (hopefully they would want to do that still).
7. I want to make my mom proud. She comes from a long line of book worms and book lovers.
8. I want to make my husband proud. I want him to say to his friends: Yes, my wife is a writer.
9. I want to make my kids proud. I want them say to their friends: My mom wrote this book. I also would love them to think: Well, if mom can write a book, we can definitely handle those school essays!
10. I want to make myself proud. I want to see myself through setting a goal, going for the dream and achieving it. I want to say “I’m a writer” and truly know that I am.

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