I write because I love to, because it is the undeniably pure escape for those intangible emotions. I write because I love, and those I love enjoy reading and speaking and living in my essence as it pours into some sort of semblance on a page. I write because when I read an exceptional book or poem, those characters and stories swirl around in my head, making everyday life just a little more grand, just a little more epic, and I want to create that for others. I write for history, because there needs to be something left of our culture, or perhaps just me, after one or the other is gone. And, frankly, I write because the page is blank, and what use is a blank page for those who truly wish to get the most out of life?
I really like this! Especially that last reason: what good is a blank page? It reminds me of when a reporter asked Stephen King why he writes horror, to which he responded, "What makes you think I have a choice?"
ReplyDeleteI guess writers write because they cannot NOT write. Brilliant, Kalliope!
I love the comment "I write because the page is blank"
ReplyDeleteMakes me think... Each day we are given a new day, a blank page, so to speak. And we, as individuals get to fill it with whatever and however we choose.
Thank you for a thought provoking message.