I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Why leap, why jump when the ground is so hard?

I wonder, what makes us want to write, need to write, have to write, must write, can’t imagine not writing. Is it an extra chromosome or lack of one? For those of us who have explored other art forms, and have achieved a millisecond of success in them, why do we then, feel the need to pour ourselves onto the page? Is it because we think we have something to say and that there is actually someone out there who might want to partake of our intellectual pole vaulting? Are we self-centered in our own need to communicate that which we believe is academically worthy and mentally purposeful? Do we hide behind it, in it and from it when the honesty looks like an image in a broken mirror? What is it, this writing thing? What the fuck is it?

Why do I write? Because somebody told me I can? Why?

Why do you write?


  1. I write because I can't sing, I'm a lousy dancer, I suck at athletics and though I love to paint, I'm really pretty pedestrian at it.
    I write because most everything else of merit just doesn't interest me.
    If someone told me in high school that I would be a writer, I would have shown them my English notebook full of Ds and Fs. I had a hard time diagramming sentences and I have always been a terrible speller.
    I write because...well...because.

    1. I commented because I wanted to see at least one comment when I check my blog. I commented because...well...because :)

  2. I write because it's the only way to give my self-centeredness some purpose. Maybe I'll evolve beyond it someday and the need to write will vanish. I don't know whether I'm praying for that day or dreading it.


    1. Self-centeredness has purpose...my God how perfect. I just thought I was big mouth who liked to share. love it.