#everydayinspiration:Day 1 Why I Write

Why do I write?  It’s a question I’ve often pondered upon.

I have no definitive answer. I write because the voices in my head are clamouring to be given life.  I write because the characters in my head are demanding to be given form.  I write because I have no choice if I’m to be able to find some relief from the kaleidoscope of images running through my mind every second of the day.  But mainly I write because the act of writing is soothing and structured.

Sometimes I find myself jotting down a thought, an overheard string of words, the details of someone’s outfit, someone’s mannerisms – all are potential fuel for a short story, a poem, a longer piece of writing.

I write because I can’t draw or paint.  I write because I love words and words can conjure images in the mind, images in someone else’s mind.  I write because the muse is talking to me.  I write because I have to.