I write for personal whim, not for blood, guts, or glory.
I write because I can, and it is something that I seem to be good at, as opposed to something I'm merely mediocre in.
I write so that I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile, and not just procrastinating, which is something that I am good at.
I write in order to understand, in order to make some sense of the world around me.
I write in order to understand, myself, my motivations, my reasons why.
I write as proof that I am alive, instead of just existing, a walking dead man, an animated hulk of flesh.
I write so that the world can hear what I say, and I don't particuarly care if nobody is listening.
I write to clear my head, 'cos I think that by clearing my head, I empty my soul.
I write to excorsize my demons, the bad, dark parts of my brain where mad things sleep.
I write, not because I have passion for it, but because, despite everything I have, this is all I've got.
And that is a small truth.
12/06/2006
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Written in response to someone asking me why I write, and I found out that I had no real, clear answer to that.
Well, maybe this is my answer. Or my excuse.
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