I had need to let the words fly today, just to play. Here ya go. A few musings on why I write. Fasten yore seat-belts.
I write because it calms the storm. Because I get to do things like this, where I just toss the words out and see what happens.
I write because I didn’t get to do this back when they were teaching us “how to write” in school. We spent our time diagramming sentences, and worrying about topics, punctuation, and grammar. Sure, those are important things, but what’s most important is to let the words fly, try to get those thoughts bouncing around in our heads on paper.
So, now, I write because there’s all this stuff, ideas, and whatnot bouncing around in my noggin, and it’s fun and exciting, and sometimes powerful, and I’m amazed at what comes out. And I have to share it. Because it just might connect with someone else’s craziness.
I have stories and observations, odd spins on things that are alive in my gray matter, but the words are like babies up there in my head, waiting to form. It’s not until I get them flowing down my arm and on the paper or the computer that growth happens. As should be obvious by now, I’m a stream-of-consciousness writer, and I have no idea what’s going to happen until I turn on the tap. And even then, there’s still growth and shaping that has to happen.
Every so often I get lucky and a piece comes out fully formed, and I’m not aware of it until I go back and look at it later, or until someone reads it and says, “Nailed it.” Other times, though, the words are giant stone blocks on the page that have to be busted up, chiseled, and moved around. But always, it’s the process that’s magic. For, after all, words are wondrous creatures, and we create little magic spells when we plop them down just right, in the proper order.
And those little magic spells can hop in our readers’ heads and take them to some pretty cool places.
And that’s why I write.
’til next time…Adios.