Why I write is an easy question to answer.
It empties my mind, I find it very relaxing, and it is hard to do sometimes. And if you’ve ever successfully copied something you saw on Pinterest, you’ll know nothing gives more pride than nailing something difficult.
Hard stuff takes determination, practice and a certain amount of dedication. Writing can be very hard and I know the rewards are proportional to the difficulty of what I’m doing.
I’ve blogged and written consistently for years, most blogs last less than a year. While it’s a couple of years since I wrote daily, there are archives going back 6 years, and I’m a little proud of that. This weekend I was asked if I still write. And I have been elsewhere, but it’s time to get back to writing here.
My blog is very personal and success or failure is determined by how I feel about it. Comments, tweets and email are nice, but I write for me, and that’s really important.
I’m truly fortunate, but like everyone else not everyday is perfect. I’m lucky to have many great people and had a really good therapist in my life. It’s a life that is unrecognizable when compared to where I was five years ago.
So to finally answer “why I write?” However my day has been there is one thing that will give me a sly, satisfying smile: Putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard.