Why I Write

There are many reasons why someone would pick up and pencil and paper and jot down their innermost feelings about one thing or another. At first, I did it because it was required of us in school. We were told to write a short story, anything that we wanted. Well, I honestly can't remember what I decided to write about, but I remember the drawings that I did above it, and thinking 'I can't draw! This is terrible! The teacher will hate it!' It turned out that the teacher thought my story was very cute, and didn't even mind the mildly grotesque pictures that some crazy people call art.
No, I was not destined to be an artist. And maybe I'm not even destined to be a best-selling author. But I love writing. Writing is the one place where I can let loose all of my passion, anger, happiness, love, sorrow, and pure giddiness. It's an outlet, it's a hobby, it's a lifestyle. It's fun, plain and simple. Plus, I learn a new word every single day ... life is never boring.
Writing is the place where fantasies come to life, where you can bend and shape these characters to your will. You can be whoever you want to be when you're writing, you can make up the most wondrous places, or you could turn a boring situation into something completely hysterical. Writing is the one place where it doesn't matter what you look like, who your friends are, or how intelligent you are. If you can take some small idea, and make it into a fun and exciting story, none of that matters.
I absolutely love being a writer, and even if I never publish a poem, novel, or short story in my life, I will always love writing.