#why do you write

[traveling2mars]

“Why do you write?” They ask

I respond, “To get lost within something that isn’t my own mind.”

[inezdidntlie]

When I was young , I used to write . I used to write so that I remember. But after a few years , I stopped writing. Why you ask? It’s because I didn’t want to remember. I didn’t want to ever look back so I stopped writing.

[thisismynarrative]

on writing

I can’t breathe when I think of everyone I miss. Dead and alive. I turn 25 next year, and I still don’t know how to hold so much ache. I don’t think I’m supposed to do it alone. But how do you turn to someone who is also hurting? I write instead. My own way of communing with the dead. 

I didn’t start writing-writing when I was young. I journaled half-heartedly. I wrote some lines for father’s day & mother’s day. I did my homework. I wrote my assigned essays and journal entries. Used the proper fanboys. And then Ms. Amreen took us, her entire advisory class, to an open mic somewhere in downtown LA and I just knew. I have something to say. I also want to connect with a room full of people. I want this. 

Sometime during an evening of snaps & whoops in between readings, I felt a hand extend towards me. And I grabbed it as hard as I could. Saving a life, turns out, can happen anywhere. 

Writing feels like coming home.

[writersthingythings]

Why do I write?

Cause I couldn't find exactly what I wanted to read, so I had to write it.

[arimeghlen]

Why Writing is Important to Me by Writer Alex

Today I welcome my friend and writer Alex onto my blog, who discusses why writing is important to him.  Enjoy! Big thanks to Alex for being today’s guest poster, please make sure to check out his links and details at the end of this post. 

Today I welcome my friend and writer Alex onto my blog, who discusses why writing is important to him.  Enjoy!

Big thanks to Alex for being today’s guest poster, please make sure to check out his links and details at the end of this post. 

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[roleplaysocial]

Why do you write?

Hello there everyone, I hope you are having a wonderful day or night. Thank you for taking the time to browse my blog and read my posts!

Today I decided to make a new post so I could hear everyone’s personal reasons for writing and of course to share some of my own.

Everyone who decides they wish to write, have some sort of reason for doing so. My own reasons might vary from your own.…

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[originallandlockedmariner]

“I write for me. No one else. Not for her. Not for them. Not for likes. In fact, the pieces that often resonate deepest in me get very little attention. I kinda like that. I realize many people write to help others, to entertain or to inform. All extremely valid. Perhaps that’s some of what my twaddle is about but it’s not the ‘why’. I was once told writing is like being pie-eyed and feeling like you need to puke. Maybe that what writing is? Downing big gulps of life until you can’t hold it in anymore and need to spew. Maybe. Maybe not? I just like the visual honestly.

I think my reason lies somewhere between Cormac McCarthy’s “I don’t know why I started writing. I don’t know why anybody does it. Maybe they’re bored, or failures at something else.” and Harper Lee’s insightful “Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself…It’s a self-exploratory operation that is endless.” It’s like a tick or something. I’ll pull the car over and write, forego lunch and write, lay in bed and write until I can’t fight sleep anymore. My constant companion. As I’ve said before, umpteen times, most of my words are pedestrian drivel. I have never ever been a very good or talented wordsmith. Most of what I write is pedestrian... mostly garbage actually. I prattle on, pretend that I’m witty and insightful, but honestly, it is nothing worthy of discussion. And yet, I write daily. My verbal diarrhea. Besides, I was once told that the woods would be very silent if no bird sang there except those that sang best. So, I write. Poorly, but I write nonetheless.

Obviously theres the question of why post then if it’s for me? Narcism? Bloated sense of self importance? Or perhaps just to have place to journal/keep/save my words? To file away and revisit when needed. Self Counseling. It’s more ‘blind leading the blind’ but cheaper than therapy. And maybe Tumblr needs twaddle to make real poets and writers shine that much more.

So who do I write for? I write for myself not others. I write for catharsis. I write for fun. I write to keep accountability. Alex Miller said it with beautiful succinctness, “I write because I love writing.” Period.”

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