Why We Write

The Prompt: This week’s writing prompt is a bit different than usual. Instead of telling us a fictional tale, we’d like to read about the why behind your wondrous words. Describe in the comments—in under 500 words (and in this case, brevity is best)—the reason why you love writing.

You can also share with us on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, but be sure include the hashtag #WhyWeWrite. Your response could appear in the February 2018 issue of Writer’s Digest.

And for those of you who prefer more traditional prompts, never fear: We’ll be back next week with a thought-provoking query in our usual vein.


Need some inspiration? These famous authors have offered reasons why they write:

Gustave Flaubert
“Writing is a dog’s life, but the only life worth living.”

Joan Didion
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. …What is going on in these pictures in my mind?”

Don Delillo
“I write to find out how much I know. The act of writing for me is a concentrated form of thought. If I don’t enter that particular level of concentration, the chances are that certain ideas never reach any level of fruition.”

Lord Byron
“If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.”

Gloria Steinem
“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald
“You don’t write because you want to say something; you write because you’ve got something to say.”

Jennifer Egan
“When I’m writing, especially if it’s going well, I’m living in two different dimensions: This life I’m living now, which I enjoy very much, and this completely other world I’m inhabiting that no one else knows about.”

Michael Lewis
“There’s no hole inside of me to fill or anything like that, but once I started doing it, I couldn’t imagine wanting to do anything else for a living. I noticed very quickly that writing was the only way for me to lose track of the time.”

George Orwell
“Sheer egoism. Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood.”

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310 thoughts on “Why We Write

  1. riannw

    Writing is a form of catharsis for many people, including myself. When writing, you’re able to fully control how you express yourself and your ideas. You can take your time by choosing the right words and you can make edits as needed to the words or structure of those words without dire consequences. Writing allows me to fully express my thoughts in a clear, organized manner, as opposed to other forms of expression which may render my ideas and thoughts as confusing or sporadic. When I write, I’m able to physically see my ideas and thoughts in front of me, and I’m able to clear my mind when I write them down rather than keeping them inside of my mind where new ideas tend to wander and eventually replace old ideas that I needed to retain for future use. Truthfully, my ideas are better expressed through written words rather than speech. When expressing my thoughts and ideas through speech, I tend to get long winded and sidetracked. This can make it hard to follow along with what I’m saying, and it can be even harder to understand what points I’m trying to make. However, when I write, I’m able to structure my thoughts and ideas in a straightforward process, where my points and connections are clear. Writing is a natural talent for me; I’m able to write about almost anything with ease. Overall, I write because I enjoy doing so, and it allows me to freely express my thoughts in a clearer manner than other forms of communication.

  2. mykaela.holley

    There are numerous reasons as to why we write. Writing can be used to convey thoughts and feelings, provoke change, and to educate. Poetry, in my opinion, is the most common way to express my thoughts and feelings, but in my own genre of poetry. My poetry doesn’t have iambic pentameter, couplets. meter, rhyme, or any other qualities of common poetry. It’s a genre called “scream poetry”, and it is described by me as “poetry written at three a.m. when you can’t sleep and your brain is going a million miles a minute”.

    A couple examples of my poetry:

    “I sleep with a gun under my pillow in case I see you in my dreams.”

    This is pretty morbid, I know, but that was my intention when writing that poem. Truthfully, I wrote this poem with no real meaning behind it, so it could be read into however the reader wanted. The reader could read into it as someone killing someone else, or the nararrator killing themself in order to kill the person in their dream, etc.

    “Loving you was a storm, and I loved being kissed by lighting.”

    This clearly was written about a messy relationship but loving the person so much that they didn’t care to escape the storm. I played on the idea that when you kiss your lover, it’s like sparks or fireworks. It’s supposed to be spectacular in a positive way. I felt as though using lighting in place of the fireworks showed spectacularism in a different light.

    Writing also can be used to provoke change. Journalists or authors who write about controversial topics use persuasive language about their opinions to change the mind or make an impression on the reader. For example, an author who writes an article opposing same-sex marriage may quote the Bible and instill fear into the LGBT+ members or allies that read the article. The same could go for an LGBT+ author arguing those claims could inspire readers to educate and love thy neighbor.

    Lastly, writing is used to educate. Psychologists write informational and educational research papers to inform us what is going on in our brains and why. Doctors write books that help medical students understand what they’re doing and why. Writing that is used to educate uses cause and effect, and the different outcomes of the effect(s).

  3. victoria.salinas

    i personally love to write because i feel as if it has always opened up my imagination. When it comes to writing one has no restrictions, everything is open to new ideas. The creativity behind the writing process gives one space to have their own voice, you get to openly write about what you feel. Even if it comes to having to write about a certain topic, you still have the ability to interpret it the way you perfer. So to answer this question freely, i love to write because of the open ability to write about what i believe in.

  4. austin.roberson2

    Writing is a way to get all the thoughts sitting in my mind out onto a piece of paper. Putting the words into physical form makes it easier to comprehend, elaborate and expand on them.

  5. grayson.crane

    Grayson Crane
    Zoel Kelly
    English 1301 Composition and Rhetoric 1
    September 10 , 2018
    Writer’s Digest

    Writing to me is a way I can express myself. When I was little that’s all I would do. I would sit at my desk and write short stories for hours. It also helps me put my thoughts and feelings on paper. When I feel a certain way I just pull out a peice of paper and write away. I struggle with writing to , because I write so fast and lose train of thought and half of my page is run off sentences and spelling errors. For example, “ I love righting.” When I mean to say, “ I love writing.”

  6. peyton.white

    writing has never been a friend of mine. Growing up I have always struggled with writing especially when I am given a prompt that I am not familiar with. If there is a prompt that I like writing about (which does not happen often) I will enjoy writing and do well on the assignment

  7. hlaforrest2169

    I think writing is a creation, and we let our creativity flow through words that come from our thoughts because sometimes we cannot express our thoughts through physical uses of our mouth, and I think the goal is to have someone listen to those thoughts or read about them later, possibly. Everyday, we have thoughts, and sometimes we day dream, and sometimes we get lost in the thoughts and dreams that we produce. Our thoughts are creative. We are the author of our stories and our thoughts and our dreams. Through writing, we are able to put into words what we cannot physically express. We can make up our own worlds, being the God of the universe we have created when it comes to creative writing, and we can be intellectual and thoughtful when it comes to research papers and documentation.

    Writing is a way of letting our creativity flow, and I definitely think that without it, we wouldn’t have an escape. Sure, there is music and other forms, but those are for only brief moments. I believe we write because we our thoughts into words. We can talk passionately, aggressively, and somewhat melodramatically. The point is we write. And through that writing, our thoughts can last a lifetime. Whether to persuade or to entertain, each book that has been in libraries over the past couple of centuries, looking at you Shakespeare, is just a testament to how ever lasting ones words and ideas can persevere. That is why we write.

  8. paulina.unger

    Writing is a way to express my thoughts and feelings to the world. I tend to be the shy, quiet girl in school but what people really don’t know is that I express everything on a piece of paper. I can just be myself and let everything out and feel accomplished.

  9. allisonDela

    Writer Digest
    June 11,2018
    Why We Write

    Why We Write:
    We write for a lot of many reasons. One of the many reasons why we write is to educate ourselves more to grow our knowledge through reading and writing. For an example I will use myself, because hey I am the one typing this. I don’t think I’m a very good writer, but it helps to write anything and everything; whatever thoughts are going through my head I write them down in my notes or maybe a really meaningful quote i read for the day that I want to save to re-read later down the road. Writing has always been a little boring to me because there’s so much to writing that I may not always understand but I’m always up to learn new things and to get better and smarter. There are many examples of writing such as an essay or writing down notes for a class, maybe even writing a letter to a significant partner. I can go on forever about examples of writing for simply educating yourself to make you a smarter person easily. Another reason why we write is to express ourselves through writing, I know some of my friends are actually quite shy but when I read some of their essays it catches my eye. I can feel the connection through the words they write it’s like I’m there in that very moment with them. Also without writing there would be no books or movies in this world, and who doesn’t love a good movie or a good book to read every now and then. Writing takes a place in our everyday life if we know it or not, for example Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or big social media websites for bloggers.

  10. willwelch21

    It took me a while to figure out if I like writing or not. There are times now where I simply do not want to write. I hate starting to write but once I get going I love it. I love being able to put all of my thoughts to words. It is so freeing, it helps in times where I can’t explain my thoughts but I need to get them out.

  11. Sembrey Mays

    I love writing, because it’s a form of expression that allows me to express my way without rules or representation.
    It allows me to take all the ideas running rampant in my head, and place them neatly onto a page where they suddenly make sense.
    It allows me to strengthen ideas by seeing them spelt out, and it allows me to get rid of others that I can’t even find the words to put down.
    It allows me to take all my joy or my sorrow, and spill it all out on a page for tomorrow. It changes with the seasons and continues to grow, and in that way it never gets old. It allows me to take all my feelings and write them all down, which in a way is a sense of closure that’s just never spoken out.
    Writing allows me to think deeper than other things do, but yet so much can be changed, it almost feels like a zoo.
    It allows us to have a relationship with the past, because if not our history really would be a blast.
    It allows us to relate to others that we otherwise never would, because maybe just perhaps we like the same book.
    And lastly, it allows us to speak in ways we usually can’t, similar to this whole thing I just read.

  12. CVega26

    To some people, writing is an absolutely boring necessity of human culture. To just write letters on a piece of paper seems pretty outrageously boring to most people, but to some people it means the world to them. My love of writing exceeds any other school subject that I have seem to take over the past twelve years, to my disbelief. I always avoided doing writing projects, as they seemed completely useless in the fact that only a teacher was going to “read it” and then base my grade off of what they thought about my talent. However, once I entered high school my perception of writing completely changed, with the help of amazing English teachers. They showed me how writing was a portal outside of the physical world and into the mental abyss of the human mind. When writing, I could feel every inch of my emotions just bursting out of my brain like a waterfall, and it physically amazed me how much I was learning about myself. Whenever I felt sad or happy, I was able to write out my emotions as they were some abstract physical object. However, the most amazing part of writing is the fact that you get to evaluate your work of art after you are finished. Just to sit back and think, “Wow, I did this with my own heart and imagination” is completely mind-blowing to me. To many writers, writing is like looking at stunning scenery. You can look at it all you want, but you will never be able to experience it’s true potential unless you do it first-hand. Writing is a rush of happiness that you cannot necessarily borrow from someone or just look at a book and acquire it, but it is something that you have to do that you will evermore be proud of, as it is your work of art.

  13. DustinBrasher4

    I write to just empty my brain of all my thoughts and just clear my mind. It’s hard to remember everything from day to day so I also write to remember things so that years from now I can look back at my writing and still have vivid memories of some of my greatest times in life.

  14. Katelynsc2000

    I write to express my feelings that I cannot always say out loud. I can sometimes tend to be a very shy and quiet person, and do not always like to speak about how I feel or what I am thinking. Writing helps me put all my emotions into a piece of paper or document in my computer/phone for safekeeping, and to look back on whenever I need to. Whether it is about something going on in my head or in my life, or just a story or memory I want to remember, writing helps me let out all my emotions and thoughts.

  15. Hunter

    For me writing is always stressful, no matter what people say I consistently feel as though my work is never good enough and quite frequently, it isn’t. However, I write because my success depends on it, whether it’s for a biology report, or an expository essay; writing is everywhere, and doing it is essential to my future.

  16. cstoner99

    I write because I want to share my perspective. Truthfully we are all so beautifully unique in our experiences, and our understanding of our experiences. Through writing we can learn about ourselves, and more importantly our differences from each other. Too often, we try and “fit in”, when we should be learning and understanding our differences, so that we can grow and achieve greatness. Tolkein is not great because he wrote a fantasy novel, he is great because he created a fantasy world so unique, that for generations we have been building, and mimiking his vision. Every person has it within them to share their own perspective, and I think that is truly awesome.

  17. soccerfn1423

    I write to develop the process by which all writing takes shape. Whether narrative, expository, descriptive, or persuasive, all forms of writing rely on the creative process to convey meaning to the reader. To write well is to optimize this creative process and also hone one’s editorial skills, which then allows us to prune our writing so that it meets the needs of our audience.

  18. Eric ShanRick

    The reason why I write is quite simple. I love being captivated by enticing stories and larger than life characters. Imagine your favorite tv show, comic book, what have you. You probably fondly remember the charmastic characters in such pieces of works and the series of events surrounding them. I want people to be able to look at my stories and feel the same level of pure joy as I do when going on the adventure of reading a well told story. I’ve always had a large imagination so it’s for the best I put my ideas to paper. I, not too confident on my writing skill right now but I hope upon hope I’m steadily improving and turning into a writer I can be proud of.

  19. smcki44

    I remeber as a kid loading up in the car with my brothers during the summer. My mom would take us to the dollar movie theater for the free AC. The Florida summers are sweltering and at a dollar a piece we could spend an afternoon out of the sun. Even now if I close my eyes I can recall the way going to the movies made me feel. Sitting in the cool dark room with my ankles crossed on the arm rest of the seat in front of me (the dollar theater was never sold out so I could steal an arm rest without being a bother). Sometimes my mom would even splurge and we would each get our own coke. I can almost see the condensation running down the side of the white and red standard issue cup, or hear the sound of my brothers shoes on the sticky floor as he picks them up and down off the floor in energetic anticiaption. I know about now you are probibly wondering what does escaping to the movies have to do with why I write? It is almost impossible to explain, but as I sat there in the dark it was the glorious build up. I can feel it in my chest. The anticapation, the way I got to go along with each charater as they traveled through a story. I’d leave the theater blinking at the suns blinding glare feeling like I added a new piece to me, but also like I had left some small part of me back in the sticky dark room with the mamoth screen. We couldn’t afford to go to the movies always, but I found early on that a good book could leave me feeling much the same way. For as long as I can remeber I have wanted to make people feel things. I wanted to take all the crazy fantasys in my head and paint a picture with all the words elbowing one another to eascape my throat. I’d have sleep overs as a kid and crammed into my twin bed next to another knobby kneed twelve year old I would spin tales until we both couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer. I always loved all things book; the way words look typed out in neat even rows page after page, or how if you gather enough books in one place I can smell the combination of ink and paper together. I felt about words the way most children felt the moment they reach the crest of a rollar coaster. A mixture of exhilieration and wonder; like at any moment the most spectacular thing could occur and I was here for it ready and delirious from anticiaption. Sadly my brain jumbles all these lovely words and puts them in nonsence order. In laymans terms I can’t spell and I’m not saying that because I am lazy and don’t make an effort, but rather no mater how many time I repeat a spelling in my head it appears incorrect more often than not. I am hoping that you can all look past that.

  20. sbosquez

    Shera Bosquez
    Zoel Kelly
    English 1301Composition and Rhetoric 1
    January 30, 2018
    Writer’s Digest

    Why We Write:
    We Write for a lot of many reasons. One of the many reasons we write is to express love through our writing. Writing to your partner you might write a sincere letter, or leave little love notes in their lunches. I myself do this to let my spouse know I’m thinking of him. You might love writing, and writing helps you self- express on paper where your statements come easier for you on paper rather than fumbling aloud. Another reason we write may be due to our job. Writing articles for a newspaper, magazine and maybe a presentation.
    People write to get away from the stress and worries of everyday lives. You can lose yourself in a good book. Why not while writing one too. You choose where you want to be, how it’s going to happen, and how the ending is going to play out. There you go, it’s your escape. I wanted to enjoy writing as much as my mother did. I always fell short in this category. I’ve never been good at it. But I could watch all day my momma’s breathtaking fingers typing very quickly. I could read her stories over and over and try to take notes if I could keep up. I want my writing to be just as good as my mother’s. A lot of people just like her write because it’s a hobby of theirs’. I too want to write often for a hobby and relaxation. We Write for a lot of many reasons. My main reason for writing would be for class. Another reason is; I have a professional manner in attire as well on script. Thank you for taking time out of your busy day and reading on “Why We Write”.

    Thank You,
    Shera Bosquez
    English 1301CompandRhet1

  21. Sumree Bakams

    I don’t think I’m a very good writer. In fact, I take that back. I KNOW I’m not a very good writer, but it helps to write anything and everything; whatever thoughts that are floating in my head or maybe a scene to a short story that I’ll never go back to. Writing has always been fun to me because it’s an entirely different world from reality that I can create and imagine. It’s exciting describing people, scenes, or settings. I can make any type of fantasy land I want and lose myself in it for as long as I write. Even if I’m not writing, I can think about it and lose myself in daydreams.
    It makes me feel good, having an outlet, where I can design entire worlds the way I want to.
    It’s a fun release that sometimes I put too much thought into and stress over when I’m writing for fun. It’s my escape.

  22. Ben F

    the reason I write is because sometimes I use it as an escape from the real world.and another reason I write is to sometimes just clear my mind from the world and create a world were there are no problems bothering you, and you can do anything you want.and make up anything you its like a free for all. so this is the reason why I write

  23. thornecomp1

    I write to get all my thoughts/prayers out on paper. When I write it all out, I have a better understanding and can comprehend what I’m thinking better when I can actually see it on paper. Writing out my thoughts also relieves me of stress because it lets me put my thoughts into actual sentences and it makes more sense of them.

  24. courtney.garcia42

    I write because it helps me get all my thoughts together. Writing lets me get out of my head and put everything out in the open. A good stress reliver for me is writing because it gets all the thoughts and feelings i have out of my head and onto paper.

  25. loganhudson1301

    I write because it is a stress reliever and take my mind of everything else around me. It is a wonderful distraction which I like to release inter thoughts onto paper.

  26. ramiroh1

    I love writing because it helps me express my thoughts on paper. I’m a very shy person. it is hard for me to speak in front of crowds and to new people. i feel that i can really put my thought down. when i speak i tend to forget things i want to say. It can be my gate way to escape reality and explore my dreams.

  27. jkny06

    I write because I am in love. I must write; it’s the truth imprinted on my soul. Not because it’s easy, God knows it’s not. Not because it’s a challenge, but because I must. Falling in love is the most irrational and beautiful thing we do. Our soul leaps ahead of our mind. It’s the only reason a writer could keep coming back to the page- it must be love. Why else would we torture ourselves? Why else would we submit ourselves to the pain of writing? Yes, it is an escape, a release, and sometimes it flows so easily I feel like an imposter to the Higher Power channeling through me. But alas, not every day of writing is divine. Perhaps that’s the shooting star I keep trying to chase. Once you see one, you can never look at the night sky the same. It’s love, it must be.

  28. Kriti

    Why I write?Why do I need to?
    I write because it gives me an escape from the world around me.
    I write because it makes me stable.
    I write because no one can understand my emotions better than me.
    I write because I want to be creative.
    I write because I think I can write.
    I write because writing has its own beauty.The words which can’t be spoken;can be written.
    I write because it’s gives me a ray of hope,a new horizon that nothing is over.
    I write because i am incomplete without it.

  29. benmathews1

    I write because I think life should be recorded. I don’t know. I think there are some people who just sort of feel like things don’t mean anything, or at least don’t mean very much, unless you attach some words to them.
    Sometimes, I imagine these big invisible creatures lumbering around, discernable every now and again by a little ripple they make in passing- and I’m running behind them trying to tag them with wheat paste or wet newspaper. I like this metaphor, but I think it’s a little wrong because it assumes that things have a definite shape before the writer gets hold of them and they probably don’t.
    And the cool part about writing but also the sinister part, the part where dreams of legacy and revenge live, but also justice. And genius. It’s the selection. Every piece of writing is defined as much by what it omits as by what it includes and those choices add up to an argument of sorts. The writer pretends to say “this is what happened”, but she’s really saying “these are the parts of what happened that I think you should focus on and this is what I think it all means”.
    I think reading involves temporarily allowing yourself to take a work which you know is saying the second thing and read it as though it’s saying the first, (as though anyone, in good faith, could). That’s really an awful lot of power for the writer to have and yet it’s a right. Whatever you write- even if it’s articles in a trade journal-leaves a record of yourself, and ultimately that record is your own story. Really it’s your own epitaph… which maybe sounds a little morbid, but really the argument you’re making is that you lived once and that this is what you saw and felt, and I guess what you’re implying, is that you mattered.
    And since meaning is slippery and probably involves magic, maybe it’s sort of invoked simply by the act of arguing for it which means that by telling the story of your life you make your life matter and since you can’t tell your story without telling the stories of other people like your family and friends and community and generation then maybe through some huge act of multiplicative loaves-and-fishes style magic you can help bestow meaning on all of their lives as well.
    And as far as work goes, I think that’s pretty good work to get to do, even if no one pays you and you feel like a fraud all the time and you suffer jealousies that make you loathe yourself for your own pettiness and at other times feel like you’re unfinished piece is a Christmas-tree shaped kidney stone. Still, I think it’s the best thing anyone could choose to do with their lives and so I do it. (Sometimes. Or try to. Whatever.)

  30. KTwrites2stayAlive

    I would think my name says it all
    but i assume for this i must elaborate
    in this reality no one knows my name
    if they do they do not care
    there’s no one to talk to
    no one is here
    except for the pen and the pad
    which has always been my friend
    In my world im chased by the monsters you the normal people call thoughts
    the only way i can temporarily dispose of these demons
    the only weapon that destroys
    is the pen
    for the pen is mightier than the sword

  31. wingedtrish

    I started writing because I thought it was the only thing I was good at, but I continue to write because writing challenges me to be the best version of myself.

    Writing keeps me moving forward. It keeps me engaged in the world.

    I write because I grow to love the characters and places that I create. I write because loving those characters and those places teaches me to also love myself. Writing keeps me from going stagnant.

    Writing reminds me of who I am and what I have to offer.

    I write because stories at the the core of humanity, and I am always seeking to find the humanity in the world.

    Writing helps me ward off waves of anxiety and depression.

    Writing shows me how to find the good in others. When I write, I am careful to seek nuances and recognize the complexities in everyone – even people who seem like pure evil incarnate.

    Writing helps me to be the person I would have looked up to as a child.

    I write because I believe that stories, whether real or imagined, have the power to break down the shame and guilt that hide around the ​neglected crevices of tired hearts.

  32. misskaymaz

    I write escape. Escape of my own reality. Who I am. Where I’m at. Who I’m with. How I got here.
    Today I am a bride. Tomorrow I’ll be a son- or perhaps I’ll be drunk, or dead, or madly in love. Perhaps I’ll be all of these and more.
    I have no limit. I have no one-sense of self. The flesh I am in does not matter for it is not who I am. I am the lives that spout out of my fingertips from the roots in my mind. I am the road less travelled. The moon. I am a creature, a myth… I am you. I am the old man down the street. The mother and the brother- the wind and sea.
    I live lives I was not given. I put myself in shoes that don’t belong to me; and I walk miles in them. I learn lessons from the experiences I haven’t been through and I give insight to that which I’ve never seen. I have loved people I’ve never met, and lost people I love. I have created lives, saved some, taken others.
    My words take me on an all-inclusive holidays at no cost. I feel the sun on my black skin though I am white. I’ve had my first kiss 23 times with 20 different men and women. I have 10 different native tongues and have never met my mom.
    I am the girl you wish you could be, and the man you never were. I am everywhere. I am everything. I am everyone.
    I write so that no one will never know who I am. Who I truly am. Perhaps this is why I am so unsure of it myself. Perhaps there is no one-self to be sure of. Perhaps I’ve become so entangled in these words I will never be who or what I once was again.
    Through my writing I give little pieces of other people to other people, and I take some for myself… My selves.
    I write for them. I write for our freedom.

  33. Zs

    Why I love writing .?
    Sometime its hard to say waht you really think about or what your opinion for any reason…. I think to be able to write is a great gift from God…. It is like meditation class for yourself …. It’s your friend when you don’t have friend to count on…. moreover ,it’s create inner peace inside your heart and give you new and fresh start…
    I do like reading but writing has its own charm…. so start to write from today and you will notice the difference …..

  34. Ric

    I write to find out who I am.

    I write to find out how I really feel, and what I really think.

    I write to find out where I stand, and what I think of where others stand.

    I write to give meaning to my life, and I try to live to give meaning to what I write.

    I write to leave some legacy, that generations to follow may know somewhat of their heritage. To make a mark.

    I write to grow, to expand my own horizons and to share the feelings and experiences of my life—my failures and my successes.

    I write to keep my demons at bay—to capture their souls on paper, where they will never find me. To cast their fates with the stroke of a pen, and change them at my whim. To control them so they can’t control me. To transfer them from the darkest crevices of my imagination to a place where I can confront them on my terms, by my rules, in my own backyard.

    When you discover what you’d die for, you’ll discover what you live for. When you discover what you live for, you will have something to write about. When you have something to write about, you will be prepared to face life on your own terms.

    Ric Thayer
    11/6/2017

    1. Arie

      I am my characters and my characters are me, but we are very different versions of each other. I am not so brave as my detectives and elvish warriors, nor am I as witty and sly and beautiful as my cheerleaders and renegades. I write to become those versions of myself. I write to sink into those souls and skins and be reborn under a different, unfortunately fictional, sun. A sun that promises brighter fates and futures. I write to be reborn into my fictitious realms and universes, that hold adventure and magic and everything else that I lack.
      I am an angsty teen with extravagant ideas that I condense and place onto a page. I realize my poems are dark and painfully real. I realize my stories are wild and far-fetched and very unrealistic, but these are the things that develop my style. Reality is cold and unforgiving. Writing, however, is anything you want it to be. Writing is freedom, love, bravery. Writing is death, pain and sorrow. Whatever direction you want your stories to go in. Writing is a way of forming thoughts into deep, magical words that pierce the human psyche.
      I’ve always been obsessed with stories and how they are written and rewritten. I have considered myself a writer for a very long time. In elementary school, I was told by multiple teachers that “I have a gift”. Many of them thought I had been helped by my parents when we would receive writing assignments.
      I remember in third grade, we were writing short stories that were maybe a hundred words long. It was the first story I’d written. Mine was about an undercover superhero named “Dead-man” and his dog, Mutton Chop. I was so proud when my teacher asked me to display it for all the parents to see at the open house. By the next year, I was writing up to four hundred words and by the time I was “graduating” from my elementary school in sixth grade, I was already planning to write a novel.
      That first attempt at a novel, obviously, fizzled out quickly and I began leaning more towards poetry. Towards the end of seventh grade I ended up with one of my poems published in a book.
      Writing is a way of escape. To break away from the suffocating and dreary world around me, or sometimes, to forever encase my sorrows amongst many others in a notebook or journal or diary. Writing, for me, is like the emergency exit of living. I write because I know that even when nobody will listen to me and hear my voice, the paper will never reject my pen.
      When I write, my words can’t get twisted into something they are not. My words belong to me and, of course, anyone who wishes to read them. But they are still my words. I am an artist. I am a storyteller. I am a poet. I am an author. I am a writer.

  35. Lacharmoure

    Why I love writing?
    To some of us the world is a heavy weight. A place filled with the everyday realities and responsibilities, but also filled with new ideas at an overwhelming pace. Imagination is a gift but also a burden. As my mind constantly fills with ideas, stories and images I begin to feel increasingly weighted down. Writing is my relief. When I write it is like I have pulled the plug on an overfilling bath tub, allowed some of the stories and ideas to flow out. This lightens my load and makes room for the new and incoming ideas. I love writing because it is enlightening literally. I feel healthier, better, more balanced when I write. Some people go to the gym or jog to burn off their anxieties and free their mind. I write.
    I love writing because it is a release, a relief, and a way to keep my mind from over flowing.
    My father used to say, “There is a fine line between genius and crazy …” I am no genius, but I am also not crazy. Writing keeps many of us walking the line between the two.

  36. KillerRussianMan

    I love writing, because, it give me an escape. I live a boring life. I love writing because I get to create the world I have always wanted to live in. I love writing because I get to meet the friends I wish I had. I love Writing because, It gives me the Life I want to live for.

  37. Michelle F.

    Who said I love writing? Writing is the puss filled pimple that I just can’t stop picking. Writing is the mangled car wreck on the side of the road that I can’t stop staring at no matter how much I tell myself to look away. Writing is the drug that elates me and kills me at the same time. Writing is the labor pains of an excruciating birth of the child who I don’t know yet. Love is not the word I would use to describe writing. Yearn. I yearn to write not because I love writing, but because I love what comes from writing. Sometimes the result is a beautiful masterpiece and sometimes it is a nasty mess, but whatever form the writing results in, the result is a piece of me. A true honest piece of me that I never knew existed until I wrote it.

  38. JosephFazzone

    I bob and weave, tuck, and roleplay, divulge and then deny, make mountains out of molehills, and then crush them under the boot of an ant; an infantry ant, and no, not a child. I make no sense and then turn it into a crystallized epiphany that casts the light on the shadow and turn it into an easily palatable idea.

    Slow the roll.

    I write. That is what I do.

    I then compose lengthy verses, intended not only to entertain, but challenge myself, in my best capacity, to see how long or how far I can even go to write a grammatically correct sentence that still somehow maintains some semblance meaning despite its lengthy babble.

    Sometimes less is more. That is why I write, and now I will slip into a seamless transition where I paint the story of a young disheartened lad whose life lay directly in the path of melancholy.

    Break time from the menial job I managed to eke just days before being evicted from my former childhood home. Yep, things sure took a turn for the worst. I sat at the booth eating without tasting, staring into nothing, thinking of nothing, and the nothing I had become.

    “Through this sick diseased world filled with sadness, greed, war, death, and hatred, we have at last found our salvation. It is a mirage.”

    My eyes blinked severely times as my unsteady hand scribbled out the words before awareness has kicked into motion.

    I wrote that. I did it. That was all me. It came from somewhere inside, a deep resigned morose sigh, but the depths of which I never ventured before.

    My jaw agape as I beheld the words before me. The impact of their meaning fell upon me as the imagination took flight. Every cell was focused and reading the words over and over. The melancholy, the resignation, and then vision of what I wrote appeared. I reeled, I saw, the trek through the lonely mountains, I smelled the pine air, and tasted the dust. I felt the weary travel, I felt the hope, and I knew the disappointment the traveler felt when he reached the apex only to find the same trail and nothing more than the journey before him.

    What I had wrote hit me hard. It crystallized the pain I was feeling, and more so the bitterness and anger in a matter that I was not even aware I was feeling. I reeled because the veil had lifted, and suddenly I saw a realm of possibility. I immersed myself into exploring that feeling and became a child again. I found an avenue to play in, and what’s more, I could do it all the time!

    Ecstatic, overjoyed, and filled with the youthful vigor of a child with a brand-new toy. I wrote two more poems on that break, and have never looked back. I have never found a path towards writing to express all the feelings that are flying around in my brain. I found my release, and haven’t looked back since.

  39. RafTriesToWrite

    I searched deep and hard inside myself for my “why” and I’ve come up with this.


    I was never much of a talker, nor was I a good one. People might think I’m a mute because I rarely talk, it’s only because I have nothing to say. In my life up until now, I was never around people who I can freely talk about something that I liked or someone whom I shared interests with. I had those before, when I was in grade school. But life happened, so it was cut short.

    After grade school, I was becoming more and more quiet than I was before, I was becoming more shy, more introverted in a way. I had classmates, yeah, but they’re more like acquaintances to me, I could never really consider them as friends. Friends don’t just cut off relationships with you just because you’re irrelevant to them now and just pop up later when they need something from you. That’s not my definition of a “friend”.

    So after high school, I got more quiet – I don’t know if it’s even possible – and I was acting out because of puberty.

    It’s right there when I realized that I was never going get good at speaking to people or interacting with them verbally. But I had all these feelings that I wanted to let out inside me, all cooped up from when grade school started. So what did I do?

    I wrote them. Then I realized that, writing was a good way to express my feelings, my thoughts, my dreams, my imagination, my hopes, my…self. I thought I started writing because it was all just a phase, but it’s not. Writing helped me cope with life, it let me channel my emotions through my works, it helped me become more…ME.

    So maybe that’s my “why”.

  40. twarren29

    I suppose I write because, like reading, it allows me to be in a world separate from the world I live in. It allows me to be childish, when I cannot be so in this real world. It feels to me like that wild imagination I had in my younger years hasn’t left me, but I have left it, until I am writing…freely…creatively.

  41. Amyithist

    I’ve always enjoyed writing. Ever since I was a little girl, I made up stories. Characters playing out in my head, eloquent and strong…nothing like me. I don’t write for anyone but myself; though, like most writers, praise is always sopped up by my docile ego. No matter how much I try to keep it in check, it’s always there, sifting between the words I write, hoping someone finds me as witty or as charming as I hope to be. Then again, there is always that part of me that is infuriatingly dissatisfied with everything I write. That perfectionist whispering in the back of my mind, “This isn’t good enough.” We all know that part of ourselves very well; but especially when you’re a writer. I write because I love it. I love it with every touch of my pen, every creative flick of my wrist. I love bringing people into my head and showing them the horrors that lie beneath the surface. If I make someone think then I’ve done my job well. If I change someone’s perspective…well, that was completely by accident. I write because I am a writer. It’s just what I am. Lucky me!

  42. frankd1100

    I don’t love to write. I find it an agonizing process, hard work that draws and draws and draws me back to find the better word, a sentence structure that sounds less contrived, a finished piece that presents some truth of myself to the ether space. On that rare occurrence when my writing has flowed smoothly, I have not been able to reconstruct the methodology for the purpose of a template to be used over and again. It is simply a serendipitous alignment of the stars, my soul and my brain that places me in the way of the right collection of words.

    That being said, I have experienced enlightened creativity but less than ten times in 69 years of life. The first time, the one that stands out so prominently, (that I feel a sliver of joy akin to what an authentic author or artist feels for their creations whenever I think of it), happened in Mr. Walsh’s 8th grade English class. A weekend homework assignment was to write a science fiction story. I remember the day being sunny and bright, which normally would have pulled me outdoors, but on this day, I sat in my room and worked on the assignment. I wrote of a world in which so much work was done by machines that humans no longer needed a musculature. Legs had become weak and arms were useful only to extend one’s hands so fingers could reach the buttons that controlled the functions of living. The main Olympic event was thumb wrestling.

    Much to my surprise, Mr. Walsh read the story to every class he taught. He praised my work to the extent that I was pleased, but at the same time deeply embarrassed, unaccustomed as I was to praise for academic success.

    Every time I write something, I try for that ease, that sense of creative flow. It is my incentive to write, the source of energy and motivation to risk it again.

    So, I don’t like the process. But like an alcoholic friend of mine once said, “I don’t like the taste so much, but I crave that funny feeling.”

    1. twarren29

      I can appreicate the last sentence here, as my father is an alcoholic (recovering, 15 years). I feel the same way about writing. I can say the words “I love writing” to someone, but what they won’t understand, (unless they, too, are a writer) is that the process can be infuriating, but the high the finished product gives you is genuinely the part you “love”.

    2. Kerry Charlton

      Frank, this is one eye-opening essay on how I write,not you. Chore certainly comes to mind. Really is an unnatural thing for me to do and I never have any idea if I hit a mark or not.

      For I never wrote a piece of fiction ever. Boy was it scary posting my first story on Writer’s digest. Nervous as you know. Second story same way and then it was critiqued. Basically they said to take a course in writing, which I did do.

      This is not easy ever except if I go into automatic and that has happened rarely. So move over in the boat, I need all the help I can get. Now on your essay, it is written with clarity, a tinge of humor and a willingness to lay all your cards on a table.

      Don’t ever let anyone say you don’t have a soul for writing and if you think you are too old for this, I graduated from highschool the same year you did from first grade.

  43. splandorf

    As a socially awkward high-schooler, I fell in love with writing when an entire English class laughed at my whimsical use of five, disparate spelling words in the same sentence, a feat I could never accomplish at a conversational pace. Suddenly, I was more witty than weird, at least enough to divert some attention from my coke bottle glasses, mullet and Hawaiian shirt with bright yellow Velcro in place of the buttons. After that, I discovered angst ridden poetry as a way to vent the emotional casualties of still being socially clueless even if I was witty. I knew the world would read it one day and realize what a great and influential intellect I was. Now it reminds me what a great and influential intellect I wasn’t. All because those words are still there to read, to transcend the time that’s passed and to allow me to meditate on them again. Writing helps me understand myself and share it with others who grew up thinking wits would make a bigger difference, when In the end, it was actually the Velcro, Hawaiian shirt.

  44. ReathaThomasOakley

    The writer

    I take
    letters arranged
    in recognizable ways,
    infuse them with
    thoughts,
    passions,
    apologies.
    Truths? Perhaps.

    I bring joy,
    comfort,
    unease and guilt.

    I face
    false praise,
    scorn,
    ridicule,
    guns and tanks.

    I swallow
    pride and hemlock
    with a smile.

    I am the voice crying in the wilderness,
    Prepare ye the way.

    I am a writer.
    I write because
    I must.

  45. C. M. Gatewood

    I write because I am a writer. I did not become a writer, though it is common enough to hear people say that such and such became a writer when something special happened, that is not how it is for me. I was born a writer.

    Writing is the constant that gives my life a sense of purpose, even when life itself becomes a jumble of incomprehensible circumstances. When I am striped of all my certainties, when nothing makes sense anymore and the world is spinning in the wrong direction, I know this one thing: I am, at the very core of my being, a writer.

    Writing gives me a voice when society deems me too young, too inexperienced, (too) woman and (too) foreign to let me speak, or to bother hearing my words. Even if nobody will ever read the words and hear my voice, writing sets me free, gives me hope and purpose, because perhaps somebody will.
    Somewhat paradoxically, I write to be understood and I am terrified that someone might actually understand. That they might learn me, know me. But even more terrifying is the prospect that nobody ever will. Such is the blessing and the curse of writers, but I cannot resist the call, the compulsion to pick up my pen, to let the words bleed my thoughts and my heart and my inner worlds onto the pristine pages on my desk. I hear Calliope whispering in my ear and I cannot deny her: “Write” she urges. “Write and I will set you free. I will show you the wanders and I will show you the horrors and I will take you places nobody has ever seen before- and all you have to do is write.” No matter how much I try, the pull to write is always stronger, and so I listen to her and I write.

    Last but not least, I write because one day I will lie on my dying bed and I am scared of lying there, surrounded by the ghosts of past ideas- breathtakingly flowed, beautiful, burning with the desire to grow, to be set free, to be. I am terrified of their angry eyes cast upon me, accusing me for caging them, for killing them before they had a chance to bloom.

    I know I could not stand to look back on all that could have been, if only I had had the courage to write. And so I write. For me, for the world, and for the latent potential that waits to become.

  46. Yaa Asantewaa Faraji

    I have a nasty habit of closing myself off from the world the minute it opposes me. I get defensive and reshape my true friends as enemies. I ignore telephone calls from family. I become immobile, and the silence that I surround myself in becomes deafening.

    But my mind is racing.

    It never quiets; it revs on a continuous thought-process of doubt, and fear, and worry and hope. It thinks about my future self, and who I might have been in the past. It makes stories of who I am now, and postulates who I want to be. And then, when I think I’ve finally reached the apex of infinite silence in this infinite world, my mind starts thinking about the very world itself: my place in it, our place in the world, the world’s place in the universe…

    Writing seems to be the only thing that quiets my mind; if my mind was the engine, then writing would be the pedal. It’s an ironic dichotomy, that the only way to silence my mind is to actively let it be released. With a pen and a piece of paper, actively thinking about my thoughts. Affirming their development. I guess, for me, writing is a way to actively release… everything.

    Release the doubt.
    Release the frustration.
    Release the hope.
    Release the failure.
    Release the excitement.
    and the pain
    and the confusion
    and the imagination
    and the idea of release altogether.

    With writing, I get to just live, outside of this body; outside of definition. I can just be myself, and think, and release and connect with everything around me, whether subconsciously aware or not.

    It’s a yogic participation for me. I don’t have the time to meditate, so instead, I write. In a sense, writing is my meditation. It’s my defense against my defense when I feel like the world is closing itself from me. When my world gets chaotic, I’m able to rewrite its chaos (or my own) and mold it into my own perspective. I can breathe through the chaos with writing, and slow everything down. This world can make you anxious from time to time, and everyone needs something to tie them back to their purpose and place in it. Everyone needs a safe-haven — writing just happened to be mine.

  47. Wendy Kennar

    Second grade. That’s when I started writing. Ms. Jones. She was the teacher who told me I could write. She made me a “book” — yellow construction paper cover, filled with the “good” paper, the white paper with blue lines that was only usually used for final drafts. She told me to write down my stories in this book.

    My first story was a “borrowed” re-telling of a Sesame Street skit about a greedy dog who lost his bone when he sees his own reflection in a pond.

    I don’t know why I started writing then, why I felt drawn to put words on the page. Except that I knew I could. Even at that young age, I already had all the tools I needed. I knew all 26 letters of the alphabet. And that’s all it takes to write.

    I began writing because I was shy. I didn’t always feel confident in verbally expressing my thoughts and feelings. I couldn’t always think of what I wanted to say in the moment. I needed time to ponder and gather my thoughts. I couldn’t always speak my thoughts and feelings, but I could write them. I could let the situation “simmer,” and then while I was doing other things, mundane things like brushing my teeth, something would come to me. An idea, which led to a sentence, which led to a paragraph, which led to a personal essay.

    Writing, at least pre-internet, was less confrontational than speaking. I might fumble when trying to explain why I don’t allow my nine-year-old son to play with toy guns. But I could write it. Clearly and articulately, I could explain why our family had made that decision.

    Writing was a way for me to process what I saw and observed and felt about being an elementary school teacher. For twelve years, I taught elementary school (kindergarten, fourth, and fifth grades). Four years ago, at the advice of my rheumatologist, I retired due to an invisible disability. I live with an autoimmune disease, and the daily fatigue and high levels of pain I experience made it impossible to keep up with demands and stresses of teaching.

    So now I write as another way of educating. I no longer begin each day, greeting my students on the playground with a heartfelt, “Morning loves!” But I can write about my loves — my nine-year-old son, my former students. I can write to educate others about invisible disabilities such as mine.

    I write, because I have to. I no longer teach in a classroom. I teach through my personal essays instead.

  48. C.T. Ludgate

    I write to silence the voices in my head.

    It sounds prosaically simple if a little mad. It’s the summarized version of my reasoning – the one I offer people who aren’t really interested but feel obligated to ask.

    That’s not you, though, is it?

    I dream in colour. I dream about the fact that I’m dreaming. Knowing I’m in a dream, however, doesn’t dissipate the wild and wondrous things that occur as I sleep. The world I’ve created in my partially conscious mind grows and develops without my interference.

    I feel that my dream worlds exist in some dimension or reality that is out of my reach when I’m awake. To ignore that they are corporal is an indignity.

    Though I know I’ll never touch those people or walk among those places with my earthly body, it’s my duty to bring them to the light so that I can share them with all.

    I do this without abandon, for I know that a day will come when the voices stop talking and I will lay down my pen for the last time.

    1. twarren29

      You sound like a lucid dreamer. I, too, have dreams where I am fully aware that I am dreaming (and they’re always in color.) All 5 senses are active in these dreams. Is this what it’s like for you? Did you have a dream journal at one point in your life? I did, but it was hard for me to write in it as my dreams were things I never wanted even myself to see, let alone someone to read. I love your post.

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