When I realized that this was our topic for today, my eyes glazed over. Not because it’s boring, but because it’s one of those things that I never really analyzed. Probably because I’ve been writing compulsively since I was knee-high to a maggot and if I bothered to analyze why I did it, it would probably end up with men in white coats and prescription drugs of the sort they don’t advertise on TV.
But I think that it started because writing is how I make sense of things. An e-mail, to me, is always easier for my brain than a phone call. I can’t figure out problems until I write down the elements involved.
But that’s not why I kept writing. I know now that the reason why I write is the reason why I paint and play music. Because I like to play with people’s brains and toy with their emotions like a snowglobe. When I watch a really good movie where the plot or the soundtrack makes me sigh or laugh maniacally or some emotion completely different from what I brought into the theater — I think, “I want to do that.” I want to wield that sort of power, to transport people from the ordinary to the extraordinary in just one short book.
Wow. When I put it that way, I sound like I want to rule the world. And I didn’t want to let that slip out until I was older.
So how about you watchers? Why do you write?