Why do you write?

All good answers. I think the one that fits me best is Toni Morrison's quote: "If you find a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it."

Another thing about writing. I may have a story to tell, but it really doesn't gel or coalesce until it put it on paper or on the screen and see what it is that I've produced. I find that once it's there, it usually doesn't truly reflect what I wanted to say. So I change things here and there until the thing on paper/screen more accurately reflects my thought. The printed word is my tool for that process.

I read somewhere about an author who described his writing process as trying to take down a story heard on a radio with a lot of static. They take down the story as best they can, and then try to make sense of it, correcting some words and adding others into the gaps, until a coherent story emerges. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing that.
 
I write because it is a passion of mine. I love getting lost in my worlds, building worlds and taking notes.

I also write to help me cope with a pretty bad mental health condition. I always say that writing has saved my life as it has seen me through some very very hard and dark times. I could not live in a world where I could not write.
 
I write because it is a passion of mine. I love getting lost in my worlds, building worlds and taking notes.

I also write to help me cope with a pretty bad mental health condition. I always say that writing has saved my life as it has seen me through some very very hard and dark times. I could not live in a world where I could not write.
I've been there. I once wrote my way out of a nervous breakdown. Just screaming on the page helped.
 
I write because i have a story to tell and thoughts to work through.
My writing used to always be private. I'd collect them in notebooks and binders. Then, when I was allowed to use the computer, my writing became sorta-kinda public. I'd share my writing online. Gradually, my writing shifted, and I couldnt wait to write with the purpose of sharing with my online community. But then, I went back to writing just for me, without posting or sharing. Even deleted my work off of my page.

Even now, i write just for me. For a while, with this whole querying business, I got so caught up with writing what agents want or writing what was on trend. But, again, I'm back to just wanting to write the story I want to write.

Fun fact, my earliest memory of story-telling is my grandpa reading to me, my brother, and my cousin. He did more than just read, he acted out the story, complete with individual voices and sound effects. My earliest memory of ME telling stories was kindergarten (or first grade?). I'd tell stories under the slide. Sometimes at art, I'd make props and use them in my stories outside to my classmate.
 
Fun fact, my earliest memory of story-telling is my grandpa reading to me, my brother, and my cousin. He did more than just read, he acted out the story, complete with individual voices and sound effects.

With Vonnegut's advice in mind, I have to wonder if it isn't your grandpa you're writing for.
 
I was a federal employee with the IRS who was illegally fired by Trump and Co. (Elon Musk and Russell Vought, to be exact) in February. I learned how bureaucracy acted both as a safeguard against people with bad intentions, while also seeing people take advantage of it for their own gain. And I learned that the law is only effective if people are willing to enforce it.

So, I decided to write the fantasy equivalent to this, where a new regent wants to shake things up and consolidate his power, so he installs a bunch of his cronies in important positions, flouts a bunch of regulations, and it ends up getting the one weapon that can kill the Dark One shattered at what should've been his execution.

Right before the execution, we see the executioner trying to go to an appeals board to stop the prince from flouting these regulations (specifically, the handling of the Great Axe), but the prince fires all of the members on the board except for one, not allowing it to take cases due to lack of quorum (much like Trump did to the MSPB).

Executioner is blamed, is imprisoned, and the Executioners' Guild does nothing for him. Eventually, he escapes, brings the baby Dark One with him, and our story starts from there.

So, this all evolved out of anger and frustration at my career being stolen from me by a tyrant. And I believe it's a story worth telling.
 
maybe.
he never got to hear or read any of my stories.
(this is the last time I read to him and it was a story i had to read for a homework assignment...)
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My dad only read a few of my pieces, all non-fiction (which he read almost exclusively). He said that they were good, and that was enough for me. But even though he died more than twenty years ago, I still feel him looking over my work and questioning my decisions on what and how to write.

Sorry to hear about your recent infirmity. I hope that your recovery is smooth and complete.

Speaking of my dad, I wrote two pieces which I've stuck in my blog:


 
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