First off, I love life. I love existence. I don't love pain, but I'm lucky enough that I really don't live in a world of it, anymore. So I love things. I love rain and puddles and fog and schoolbusses grunting through it, and language is, with the possible exception of certain drugs I'd rather not have, the fastest way to travel through it. And I'm in control when I write, which I doubt I really would be while drugged. The beauty of life is revealed to me through writing...and I learn so much when I write...so much about life...about people, feelings. Stories are very much like The Sims for me; you create characters, you create the "house" in which they live (their world), and then, you just let them go, and see what happens. You have some control, but it's best when you minimize it, and let them just live their own lives. When I really write, I am free, and I have that to look forward to, throughout the day. It...makes me feel like the universe loves me. It makes me believe it.
That's my poetic reason. The other reason is that it is more fun than anything else I have ever done or experienced in my entire life.
The third reason, of course, is for the endless money all writers make.
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