Why do you write? Better yet why did you start to write? My story is one I have told a few times over the years and it is pretty simple.
My husband told a good friend of ours that he felt I wrote well. Of course that was I suspect his way of letting me know since she told me soon after. I mulled it over. That particular year I had surgery on my foot and another surgery within 6 weeks of the first one. Having time I jotted stuff down. My goal was not to be published right away it was to write stories for whenever I had grandchildren they could read the stories or have us read to them.
That was how I started. But why did I continue? Well a writer’s group was starting up at a library near me. And while I was the only non librarian there, there were six of us, they made me feel welcomed and empowered me to continue with my writing in more ways than one.
Writing is like a fever now. And if you are a writer you know what I mean. There are so many ideas in my head that are screaming, “Let us out!” It is part of us and to stop is truly not an option. Everything I see even on a simple venture outside of the house has me thinking of ideas and story lines.
Please don’t give me a prompt books, they are a favorite of mine, for I will have ideas piled up in a bulging notebook of ideas. There is no way I could live long enough to write them all and that is if I stop writing ideas down.
It is a fever. No maybe that is not the right word. But once you have the bug, for whatever reason you started, it is with you and is a part of you like it or not.