Why
I write because I need to.It's how I think. It's how I hope. It's how I learn of me.
And because stories are patterns,
because characters are Types,
because questions find homes in all hearts,
it's how I know you.
I write because I need to know.
To know me, to know you, to know what happens next.
To know what happens next,
I write.
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Not being the writer that you are, I can't empathize with all that you say, but I do recognize writing as a significant agent of healing and change in my life. I wish I were a better blogger or journal keeper, and with that in mind, I have decided to subscribe to my OWN blog! Yes, my Firefox home page is NetVibes, a news reader with many other fun modules (notes, reminders, delicious tags, etc.) that presents everything as a portlet. Quite impressive, if you ask me.
But since I have G5 and a number of other personal blogs on my page, I thought, "maybe seeing my blog everyday would prompt me to contribute more." As will all experiments, we shall have to see.
As for why I write (when I do), I think it boils down to the need to understand my own thoughts. They don't take shape until the characters make up their form. And once in form, they are laid bare to be analyzed, critiqued, changed or discarded. It is how I know me, and it is how I understand the collective "you", and it helps me interpret life's events as they come at me.
Writing helps me to understand life, even if in only small ways. It's like knowing there's a grand unifying theory, but only being able to grasp discrete axioms that represent only a small corner of the GUT. Still, they are personal achievements. And the best part is when you discover axioms that appear to be completely contradictory, a total paradox, and yet God hints to you that they are both correct. That's when my own limits as a human being become unavoidably apparent, and I am necessarily humbled.
Still, you never stop trying to understand; if for no other reason that to share your understandings, however incomplete they may be, with someone else who also enjoys the pursuit. And you wonder at the glory of all that we can't know together.
I think that is why I write. Though it clearly take me many more words to say so!
I write for a living, but oddly enough I've never really thought about why I write.
I write for different reasons on different occasions. Right now, I'm writing to respond to your blog post and Stephen's reply and to take a break from that other article (hint, hint, Bill) I'm struggling to complete. The struggle to write is part of why I write: because I fight it every day, I know from experience I can win. There are a lot of reasons why I write, but ultimately, I write because God gave me the talent of writing. If I wasn't a good writer, I'd be good at something else. Everyone has can write, but not everyone is a writer. Everyone can sing, but not everyone is a singer.
In the final analysis, I write because I love doing it and reading it.
On that note, I'll take my writing somewhere else - back to what I was writing for someone else, before I decided it'd be fun to sit and write about myself.
I write too.
I grok...
Hey Bill.
Write more. I read.
~ Khatie
:)
At least you know, Bill. Some people don't know why they write.
But if the world is really split in two - those who write because they are driven from within to do so, and then the rest of the world - isn't it reassuring to know on which side of that gulf you stand?
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