So I guess it’s today, the National Day on Writing. Mentions are popping all over the internets, including blogs, articles and a hashtag all to itself on Twitter: #whyIwrite
Stay in the loop with this frequently-updated blog post from the NYT Education section.
Why do I write?
I write because I can’t not write.
I write because I’ve always loved the feeling of doors opening up in my imagination and when I write, I get to step through them and go anywhere, anytime. I meet the most amazing people and learn the most amazing things through those doors.
I write because it makes me calm down and think about what truths are the most important to capture and to pass on.
I forgot to have a baby and I write because it’s a way to leave something concrete behind that’s just me, of me.
I write because I feel like I’m getting away with something every time. Like I get to give the slip to annoying jobs, people, obligations and be the lord/god/king of my own world. This is the petty side of Writer Me, but that’s okay. There are grand and sublime and transcendant sides of Writer Me too. All the sides are in there and they all get their voice.
When times are rough and I’m on my gabillionth draft of something that’s probably not marketable and who knows if there will even BE a publishing industry by next year and I’ve just spent so much time on this with so little to show for it…
I still think, even in the dark, I get to be a writer! And it makes me happy every time. Look at the company I’m in. Look at the times I’ve had.
What’s it like for you?
From zen teacher Katagiri Roshi to his student, writer Natalie Goldberg:
Just swim. Just swim. Go on with your story.