I just read a wonderful blog post by Darius Foroux on Why A Daily Writing Habit Improves Your Life. I ripped the headline from a quote in his blog. It pithly summarizes why most of us write. (As we already collectively know, being a writer is not the equivalent of being published.)
I have wanted to be a writer since I wrote a story in fourth grade about a girl in Gettysburg during the Civil War. It was based roughly on the story of Emmeline by Elsie Singmaster. I always enjoyed highschool and college writing courses. Termpapers were not a moment of dread and I mastered the art of writing a term paper in the 24 hours before it was due. (I usually got an A on research and a C on typing, if the instructor divided the grades out. My research skills were always much stronger than my typing ability. For those of us old enough to remember actually typing a termpaper, it was much harder before wordprocessing, but at least the errors were ours and not autocorrect’s.)
When I ran a post library, my writing skills were further tested by writing letters in response to the base ‘tell us how we are doing’ campaign. The formula was to thank the person for taking the time to write, address the issue, and apologize for any possible inconvenience that might have ensued.
This blog ensures that I write something most days. It gives me the immediate gratification of hitting the publish button. It also provides a gateway to read many other wonderful, creative, thoughtful blogs. (If there are three words that are overused in the early 21st century, they are awesome, amazing, and epic.)
Why do you write?