"A person is a fool to be a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it. "
Why I Write
Many people envision writers as being an odd sort---and maybe we are. Dreamers, artists, wordsmiths; you decide. Either way, E.L. Doctorow said it best when he quoted "writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." and I believe him.
Every. Damn. Word.
Hell, how else can you explain someone who turns caffeine into prose, screams "fuck off" at a blank page, then begs for forgiveness in return for a little inspiration to someone who doesn't even exist (muse) to anyone halfway sane? oh, and they do by the way. Very much so which you can read here. Did you actually think I could come up with half of the shit I write on my own? Ooo good one. That was funny. I'll have to keep that one in my back pocket for the next Writer's Anonymous convention so we can all laugh at your expense.
Which brings me to the reason why I don't write:
That was another good laugh I needed for the day. Sure, writers can make money, and decent pay at that. But there are those, like moi, who would be better off turning tricks at the local gas station for a bag of Cheetos and a can of coke.
I don't believe anyone grows up in hopes of being a writer one day. If so, sit back down and choose another career path my friend because just like my hopes and dreams were squashed by a calling beyond my control, I figured I'd stomp on yours and save you the heartache. Writers aren't made, they're born. Period.
And now for the reason I do write:
Writing isn't a choice, it's a calling.
You see, there's something sinister inside every writer that is buried within the very essence of who they are. It is a voice that cannot be stilled, refuses to be silenced. It has a way of listening to all the words people say and fiercely nudges you to write about what they hold back. Writing is simply about using your own voice for those who cannot find their own.
This voice, a perfect storm if you will, brings a bittersweet price. With every stroke of the pen, every beautifully written word, a wound is torn open so the writer can bleed through his past. Each sentence holds a nostalgic memory, every paragraph a purpose to their pain.
Everything I write holds a small part of myself that is given to you. A part that has been purposely locked away within the alcove of my soul in hopes that you yourself will find your own voice someday.
And so I write for those who have forgotten what their very own heart longs for and what their soul so desperately seeks. I write for hope, change, and self-assurance. Those who are brokenhearted and scarred. To be the light to another's darkness when they can no longer find their way through the hopelessness in which their mind has been left to wander.
I write to still the voice.
And when the day comes that God himself asks me if I've used my gift accordingly, I can only hope that someone on Earth smiles at the mention of my name,
And their soul whispers "yes."