Why do you write? Even if you’re not what you’d consider “a writer,” what pushes you to put pen to paper (how quaint) or tap, tap, tap on the keyboard to get some thought or feeling into a printed word? And for those who do consider themselves writers, what is the impetus? Is it the same nudge that has painters paint paintings, sculptors sculpt sculptures or composers compose music?
I write, when I write fiction, to challenge myself to create something. I love playing with words, images, nuances of language, and sometimes being witty or funny. I love telling a good story, and I’m just downright bad at telling a story verbally. When I tell a joke I usually either forget the punchline or what leads up to it. But when I write, I get to think without stuttering too much; I can go back and fix it without anyone knowing I’m kind of an idiot on my feet. I am not particularly graceful when extemporaneous.
But what I find is that when I do write I can be kind of formal and stuffy. I over think stuff. It’s why I like blogging. I can just riff on something and not worry about every word and image and effing comma. Although I like to think I’m pretty good with my commas.
So, why do you write? Are you “a writer?” Can you compose music? How are you with commas?