Why do I write?
I haven’t asked myself that question for a little while now. Or, more to the point, given it serious thought. If you were to ask me directly, I might say something like:
“Because I have to.”
“Because it’s a compulsion I can’t shake.”
“Because the alternative is unthinkable.”
Pretty dramatic answers, when put down on the page like that. But true. So very, very true.
The trouble is, lately, I’ve been forgetting that reason when I approach my writing.
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