I’ve often asked myself this question and I can’t come up with a definitive answer. Yes, I have a vivid imagination and a measure of talent that enables me to create worlds and characters – but that doesn’t tell me why I engage in what can be a thankless occupation.
Time after time I’ve sworn to knock writing on the head, but I can’t, I’m addicted. Without it, an already mundane life would be totally barren. There’d be no escape from the humdrum, nothing special to look forward to. Now you may say the above answers my question, but it doesn’t – not really. Why choose writing as a means to create, within my own head anyway, the freedom we all so long for? Why not learn to dance or skydive? They’re both far more active and exciting - aren’t they?
Writing is a solitary occupation, but I’m never lonely, not while I can construct worlds of my own and create characters with whom I can “chat.” I know how that might sound, but hey, aren’t all writers a little crazy?
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