i read this great blog post recently about writers & why we do what we do.
it got me thinking. seriously.
why do i write?
it took me a while to come up with an answer, some sort of explanation as to why i continually tear myself open and spill out all my words, over and over again.
i write because there’s a constant ache in my chest, and words are the only things that relieve the pressure.
i write because my pen bleeds all the things i can’t figure out how to otherwise say.
i write because the ability to do so is a gift i’ve been given, and i want to use it well.
i write because i have to, because it’s what makes me come alive.
what about you? join the conversation.
why do you write?