#whydoyouwrite

[fly-with-no-hope-no-fear]

“Why Do You Write?”

"I found some of your poetry. Why do you write?"

I laugh, never having gotten that question from someone who didn't also write poetry. I tell him I always write, when I want to remember a moment and how it felt, how sometimes it's a reflection, other times a prayer. I tell him I write so I can look at my fears written out before me, or as a way of letting out occasional bouts of giddiness that makes my fingertips forget how to hold my pen. Sometimes I write to let myself process anger, grief, and some missing-so-and-so. Other times, it's a promise.

"What's your method?" he presses further.

I explain that most of my poems are freeverse, mostly from lack of patience, but also an abundance of ignorance. 10th grade ruined writing ‘real poems' for me, and my mind seems to have forcefully rejected all memory of forms and meters and rhyming schemes. I tell him I like to think that the lack of form fits with my ADHD personality. He laughs at that.

"Poetry is pretty important to you, isn't it?”

I nod in answer, a soft smile playing at the corners of my lips. He doesn't know it, but in my head I've already written a poem about the way he reached for my hand. Some day, maybe I'll let him read it.

~A.G. 4/30/19

[nv-rivera]

Did you miss our #letstalktuesday last week? It was my anniversary, so I took the day off! But last week’s podcast episode of @stopwritingalone , which was inspired by the letter from the editor in September 2021’s @thewritermag, has me thinking about all the wonderful reasons we write and the validity of them all. Too often in #writingcommunity, the discussion of publication excludes so many of our writing friends who have other goals or desires on their writing journey. In her letter from the editor, Nicki Porter asks why we can’t look at writing like running. When you see your neighbor out for their morning run, you consider them a runner based on that action, they don’t require an official bib and medal for that distinction. Your neighbor is a runner because she runs. You are a writer because you write. Your neighbor might run for health, for stress relief, to relive her glory days, or maybe she is looking to be competitive — any and all of these reasons are valid. The same is true for writing. So what is YOUR REASON? Knowing that this is a safe space, with fellow writers who understand that completely, why do you write? #stopwritingalone #whydoyouwrite #writersunite #amwriting #keepwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/CSZsYIhrMbC/?utm_medium=tumblr

[musclvr4972]

For 2020, I am taking on the challenge of responding to one writing prompt a day. It can be a simple question, or a whole story to write. But the goal is to WRITE and KEEP WRITING. I must if I want to make a career of writing don’t I?
•••
If you want to follow along, check my IG stories for where I will post to keep up with my progress. Every once in awhile one will be posted to my account, starting with this simple question: why do I write? (Swipe for the response)
•••
#newyearsresolution #2020goal #writerinspiration #needtowrite #whydoyouwrite 
https://www.instagram.com/p/B6xRYJVBqs6/?igshid=2uthbhto482j

[carriejonesbooks]

Reasons to Be a Writer #1391

Reasons to Be a Writer #1391

I’m talking about the reasons to be a writer and specifically one of my main reasons.

There was this movie back in the 1980s or 1990s called SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL.

My favorite part was the kissing scene where Watts tries to teach Keith how to kiss. I mean that is smooth.

Totally cool and chill.

Why did I never pull that  in high school? 

I mean, that is soooooo smooth.

Whe…

View On WordPress

[vorugantinag]

Why do you write?

Me: I write to ease the turmoil that I am going through.

Q: Then why publish it? Why not just keep it to yourself?

Me: I publish it to let people know, the storm is strong but you’re stronger. They might only see darkness but sometimes the right words at the right time make you see light. I want them to be their own torchbearers. As not all are aware and even if they are sometimes words just…

View On WordPress

[helenoverthinks28]

Why do you write?

I was never into writing, I used to only read. Then, a day few years ago I came up with an idea about a story. That was the day I fell in love with it. When I write I am able to create a world of my own, a world that I’d love to live in. I feel like I can send a message through what I write and that it may help people who need it. I like how I can express myself through writing, my ideas, my beliefs. How I can actually get some negative feelings out of my system. I use writing to entertain humans and raise awareness of something important. There can be so much power into one word, one phrase, a sentence. I want to make people see that books aren’t a waste of time. You can actually have fun and learn at the same time. You can feel so many emotions during one scene or even a phrase! I write for all those reasons and way more. I write because that’s who I am, writing is in my blood. I write because I want to inspire people to do the same, to chase their dreams, to do things that they had never thought of doing. I want people to feel as many emotions as they can during this time we have on planet Earth. Why do you write?

[frankiecroooow]

Day 4: Why do You Write? I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I write because I have to. If I didn't, I don't know what I would do. #instawrimo #whydoyouwrite #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BnUbyQInlKA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15t7cel5mq9e8

[cryoutinanimals]

fiction notes

Our sentence is not severe. Whatever commandment the culprit has violated is simply written upon his skin by the harrow. -Kafka

I must be a story because I’m tearing me apart. Alice Notely says that “the religious feeling becomes connected less to a god than to shapes for grief stripped to shape alone. If you can see that shape in its simplicity you can live in it.” I must be consciously searching for my unconscious shape because I am looking at my eyes from afar. Within my grief, my itching heart, I pull a comb through my gut collecting words with six legs and stab them incessantly with pens. 

why do you write?

Because I am haunted by my unconsciousness and want to catalogue it for analysis. Because I tend to forget intensities. Also because life, my life, is beautiful, and language is one way to touch this beauty, this disgrace, my evil pieces. 

I wrote a note on the flesh of a fawn for you. It’s walking towards you now. I can hear the feet slapping the pavement where the cars burn, where the headlights wind around mountains like knives. It’s much closer to the bone than a knife would expect. You must grasp the neck while placing your boot just where the chest and neck blur. When you hang the antlers in a plastic Target bag watch it fill with brown sludge and maggots. Place a maggot to your lips, listen for my whisper. There beneath the violet blooms and pines and fingers. I will be there as wind. I will be the storm that crashes through your screen door and swirls above you pulling up your lower back like a kiss. I will be a dead bat you find while riding your bike to the post office. I will rot covered in salt. My wings stuffed in a glass jar. I will be a map of hands tracing across your back while you stand under the stars after a terrible show at the Blind Pig. You refuse the beer because you will want to remember how I spell my name on the tip of your thigh.