The illustrious Charlene over at Charlene Ross has asked me to write about my writing process. And since I’m a good sport, but lazy, I’m going to answer ONE of the four questions she asked me, which is, why do I write?
I write to examine, to learn, to grow. I write to discover what I am thinking, to sort out my thoughts, to find solutions to problems, to find patterns and meaning, to achieve what Frost calls “a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.”
I write because I find solace in it. As Graham Greene muses, “Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.”
I write to verify my own existence, to preserve my personal history. As Elie Wiesel puts it, “To not transmit an experience is to betray it.” In all my existentialist angst about why I am alive, I must give permanence to a body that is mortal and a life that is fleeting.
I write out of the “sheer egoism” that Orwell says drives all writers. I want to be liked, even admired—but most of all, understood.
I write, really, because I know no other life. And as much as I want to grow my readership, I’d still write even if no one read it.
Why do you write? Got any inspiring quotes on writing to share?