When I’m feeling negative, I tell myself that following this path is the only thing I can do. I tell myself that I’m shit at everything else and writing is the only thing I’ve ever stuck with, ever thought I was any good at.
On a bad day, writing is my only choice.
When I’m feeling positive, when I actually believe in myself, I write because I have stories in my head that I want to get onto paper. I have characters I want to fall in love with. I write for that quixotic feeling of falling in love – with the words, the character, the journey. I write to create or explore emotions that real life is sorely lacking.
On a good day, writing is my soul, my love, my beating heart.
And somewhere amongst all that, when I’m being practical and logical, I know that I’m good at writing. I have characters that I want people to love as much as I do. I want someone to pick up my book and read from sundown to sun-up, to feel a deep sense of loss when a character dies or the book ends. I want to make my readers feel.
(Writing prompt: Why are you here? Why do you write? Why do you want to be in this industry?)