I write because I cannot not write. I have voices in my head that won’t leave me alone. They want their voice heard, their story told.
I write because I hope others will relate to my characters. I want my words to resonate with them, so they feel less alone.
I write because I fell in love with writing. And every day I fall more in love. I’m reminded time and time again why I started.
I write for myself. For my own sake and sanity.
I write to find who I am. I’d be lost without writing.
I write to make sense of what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. I don’t always know what I think until I get my thoughts down.
I write because it’s challenging. I like the challenge of creating. I want to push my creativity and expand my imagination.
I write to document and to record the moments I want to remember.
I write so I don’t forget. So I have a reminder of where I’ve been.
I write even when I don’t know what to say. Eventually, I figure out what I do.
I write because I believe the power of words. The right ones can change the world.
I write because I can. I’m lucky enough to be able to.
I write what I want. I get to make my own rules and break them if I so choose.
I write because I can’t imagine myself doing anything else in the world and enjoying it half as much.