Wednesday, February 12, 2014

February 2014 Ramble: Why Do You Write?

Any time someone asks the question “Why do you write?” I hear the following quote in my mind: “I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime; it's an unyielding calling and my passion.” ― Elizabeth Reyes

I write because I must. If I don’t write, how will anyone else know these fantastically odd and incredibly charming people that populate my mind? If I don’t write, how will I keep my head from exploding? I imagine words as being paintbrushes with unlimited colors on their pallets, or an endless supply of clay. It thrills me to see worlds and peoples take shape under my fingers.

I like the feeling of my mind expanding when a new perspective shows itself. Or when a phrase I’ve heard a thousand times before (or never) sparks a new life in my brain. I admit I enjoy the romantic notion of sitting at a computer, a cup of tea steaming while the clickity clacking sounds of brilliance being unbound issue from my keyboard. Perhaps surprisingly, I will also admit to enjoying the pacing, agonizing and hair tearing of brilliance being a bit bashful (Which, let’s be honest, is usually more frequent than the former idyllic scenario).

Writing is a hundred different games I can play with myself. I like the solitary aspect of an activity that’s purpose is, in essence, to connect. I’m a bundle of contradictions and in writing I find a balance between them all.

I’m going to end this post with a rather long quote because I agree with each line and didn’t want to shorten it. Feel free to leave a comment and tell me why you write.

"I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to soothe a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.”
 ― Shannon L. Alder

5 comments:

Josh Morrey said...

"I admit I enjoy the romantic notion of sitting at a computer, a cup of tea steaming while the clickity clacking sounds of brilliance being unbound issue from my keyboard."

I don't like tea, and I don't claim brilliance in my own writing, but I love the imagery of brilliance being "unbound" from your innermost thoughts. And I think this very sentence is a testament to the point you're making here.

Typhyn B. said...

I write, when possible, to stop from self-combusting. It allows me a glimpse of clarity in my muddled mind. Once the thoughts or words are released from my fingertips I find everything more organized and more space available upstairs. It is a release of varying sorts with self education as a reward.
So it really isn't the question of why do I write, but when can I write.

Tom Abbott said...

I get super restless when I ignore my creative side. Sometimes I program, sometimes I play the guitar or draw. For the last few years it's been writing. Someday I'll finish that novel!

Heidi Wilde said...

Josh, I'm definitely not claiming brilliance in anything so far either, but the potential is there in all of us. I'm glad you liked the imagery :)

Typhyn, I hope you -are- finding time to write. I appreciate your comments. I'm going to swing over your way and see what you've been up to.

Tom, avoiding that restless feeling is another reason I write, or travel, or write about traveling... Gotta keep moving!

Hillary said...

How about How will I know who I am if I don't write?