Last week, I started reading Crafting the Personal Essay by Dinty W. Moore
Part of chapter 1 was to spend five minutes writing about why we write. Here is my answer:
I write to dig deep down beneath an idea and see what lies behind it, what led to it.
I write to see what happens when two things – ideas, places, themes, characters – are combined. What do they have in common? What light does one shed upon the other.
I write to learn and explore and to see – what lies beyond the turn of the next page.
I write to tell a damn good story. I come from a strong line of southern story tellers. Not Deep South southern but midwest and west Texas southern, country boys and rural women who all have a yarn to spin, a tale to tell, a way of bringing laughter to the dinner table, heads nodding and then eyes turning to another as the next one picks up the tale of “do you remember when. . .”
I write to create this feeling of togetherness, of people drawn together. In my family, it was at the dinner table or in the living room afterwards, cups of coffee in hand. Yes, coffee. After dinner. Even in the summer.
My readers and I won’t be gathering around a literal table, a dining table, but perhaps we can gather together around a single idea, brought together by our shared humanity, common human experience, a group desire to know, to do, to explore, to lift another up.
I write to be heard.
So, why do you write?