I have never been asked why I write. People just say nice things but never ask why I do it. It is actually a question I have never asked myself until I saw an article about the subject. So I thought I would write a post about it.
While thinking about the subject I searched the web for reasons other people may write. The answers ranged from calming emotions to just needing something to do. The number of reasons were spread across the spectrum. Then It came back to me. Why do I write?
I have been a stay at home day for a number of years. There were things going on that needed my attention and after losing a job we decided that it would be ok for me to not look for a job right away and to deal with the issue that needed my attention. Well that lasted longer than we thought. Over a decade later and I have still not worked a regular job. The thing is I have always had an imagination that I had a hard time controlling. By that I mean when I lay down at night or I’m driving in the car, my mind day dreams to the next level. Never simple things. Always things that are a fantasy in our world. So one day I sat down and began to write. I felt better about myself. I felt like I had a purpose in the world once again. I am not a great writer by any means. I know that and I do not try to fool myself into thinking anything else. I do believe I am getting better and that maybe with the project I am currently writing on that I can find an agent that believes in the work once I am done and sell it to a traditional publisher.
I could go the self-publish route. I have done that with my first few books. All of which I would consider are me learning to write. I just suck at promotion. I would like to have help in that department from a traditional publisher. So my fingers will be crossed. I hope to be ready to submit to agents by Christmas of this year.
So that is why I write.