Why do you write? Why do I write? What is the impulse, inspiration if you will, behind putting words to paper (or screen). I don't mean the obvious reasons like to be published, to be rich or famous. What is the drive, the heart
behind doing it? What do you get from your writing? What does your
writing do for you? What, if any, needs or wants does it fulfill?
Why
do I write? I don’t think it’s that I write so much as I occasionally
put thoughts about something into words. And more often than not, it’s
harder to do it than it is to explain it. And those thoughts are more
often blogs, or Facebook posts, than actual writing. So, why do I blog?
I
write because I want my words, my thoughts, to mean something. It
doesn’t matter if anyone reads them, that is just an awesome bonus. It
doesn’t matter if anyone comments on them, though again I love it when
they do. I just want to know that I’ve done my part to make my words,
my thoughts, mean something. The simple (sounding) act of taking a
thought and changing it to words. Putting those words out there.
Regardless of where they go or who they impact, I want them to MEAN
something. I want to believe that even the disjointed round about words
that originated with my thoughts are meant for something more than just
my brain. I need to believe that my thoughts might impact someone else
who happens to read them. I have to believe that what I think, and
have to say about what I think, is what someone else needs to read (or
hear). I want to make someone laugh, think, feel…whatever it is they
take away from my words.
I
don’t write consistently. Sometimes going months between blog posts.
That’s not to say I don’t think often, mind you. I write when a thought
inspires me. When that thought makes sense, to me, and I feel like it
might mean something. I’m not a ‘writer’ and don’t fancy myself one.
I’m not really even a blogger as I don’t do that consistently. When the
voices in my head have something to say I say it. When the thoughts in
my head make sense and feel like they serve a greater purpose than just
to entertain me I try to put them into words. At the end of the day
I’m a thinker. I’m a sharer. I’m just another person with sometimes
interesting, always random thoughts. And I share those thoughts for one
reason. So they ‘mean’ something.
