Why do we write? Because we are writers. We write from the soul, from the heart and from the mind, from the very fiber of our being. We write because writing is the only way we know how to communicate with the world, our language, our lingua franca, our bridge to Life.
We write, because we know that we are called to do so. In our hearts, we simply know and write as much as we can. We write, because we are breathing, eating, sleeping and everything in between. Writing is air. Writing is food, is nourishment that feeds our souls, bodies and minds.
There are people who will say that writing is not work.
No. Writing is work. Writing is energy. Writing is psychological, spiritual, emotional and physical energy. Writing is perseverance, inspiration and creativity rolled into one, pressed into palimpsets and with our very life essence. Writing is pain. Writing is travail. Writing is climbing a mountain. Writing is peering from the edge of a sinkhole and leaping straight into it. Writing is soaring up into the skies. Writing is spelunking through the universes. Writing is worldbuilding. Writing is meeting old friends and seeing new ones, conquering demons (self and created) and slaying our own dragons. Writing is. Writing simply is.
Some people will try to mould us to their image. Hard prune us, fit us into their little boxes. We become bonsais, triangles in square holes and cookie-cut fit for someone else’s vision. They are wrong. We have our own vision. We write. We are writers.