I write even though…
…there are no guarantees.
…some people hate my writing.
…sometimes all I can think in is cliches and mixed metaphors.
…brilliant books humble me as much as they inspire.
…I’ve racked up rejections and I don’t have an agent.
…self-publishing is still the bastard step child of the publishing industry.
…character voices fill my head and I talk to myself — a lot.
…others who are more talented than I am quit or slow down.
…every publishing statistic suggests the odds are against me.
…sometimes I’m the only one who believes.
But let’s turn it around.
I write because…
…it’s when I’m happiest. Even on tough days, I’m still happy.
…I love telling stories.
…I love sharing stories…and hearing back from readers who are moved by them.
…I love learning new things.
…there’s a sense of soulful satisfaction that occurs when I get a story “right.”
…there’s nothing I’ve ever done before in my life that feels as right as this, like I’m home and where I’m meant to be.
…stories reveal truths that too many of us have a hard time articulating until we see ’em in print.
…stories connect me to people and to the larger world.
…stories connect me to my Higher Self and that place where soul resides.
…it’s simply what I must do.
Why do you write?