I Write So My Head Doesn’t Explode

The simple answer is that I write because I have to. I have too many thoughts in my head, so I have to frequently siphon them off by writing. If I didn’t, my head would fill to the bursting point, and probably explode.

I write because I have this compulsion to remember everything. My memory has lots of holes, so if I don’t write something down, I forget it.

I write because there are so many stories inside of me: characters and worlds and great adventures I want to explore.

I write for my own entertainment. Sometimes I’m in the mood for a very specific story, and sometimes it’s hard to find exactly what I need, so I just write it myself. Which has the added bonus of being able to make the story go any way I want it to go.

I write because nothing ever happens to me, so I like to imagine what life would be like if things did happen. How would I react? How would other people react? What happens after that? I think too much, ask too many questions, and writing helps me figure out the answers, or at least potential solutions.

I write because I like the sound of my own voice (both in my head and out loud).

I write because I love words. I love them so much I want to use them more than I do in daily conversation and email correspondence. I like to find uses for the less-known words, and craft sentences that not only convey the message but have a unique and distinct flavor.

I write because it keeps my hands busy. Otherwise I fidget and drywash and pull things apart without even noticing it.

I write because I want something of me to be left behind when I’m gone. I’m not a great thinker or a leader or even that driven, so as much as I’d love to be able to save the world, I know I’ll never leave my mark on it that way. If I can at least entertain a few people in the world, even after I’m gone, I’ll be content to let go of this life.

I write because that’s who I am: a writer.

Sara is a Kansas-grown author of the fantasy and horror persuasions. She is convinced that fantastical things are waiting for her just around the corner, and until she finds the right corner, she writes about those things instead.

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