Why do I write?
I write because to not write is to be a monster courting insanity – to quote Franz Kafka.
I write because the words and ideas and phrases won’t stop swirling around my mind.
I write because often I don’t sound coherent until I put my ideas down on paper.
I write because it’s my super-power! (at least that’s how it feels to me)
I write because knowing all the grammar rules is rather useless unless there are sentences on which to exercise them.
I write because there is nothing better than the search for the perfect well-turned phrase capturing the essence of my thought.
I write because my world doesn’t make sense unless I do.
I write because the words I’ve been given aren’t just for me to hoard but to share.
I write because someday I want to see my name on the cover of a book and know that my words are between the covers.
I write because I want to never stop developing my craft.
I write because God’s given me a story to tell: His.
I write because to not write is to shake my fist in His face and refuse His gift.
I write because I want to record His goodness, whether through fiction or nonfiction.
I write because there is no end to the things to say about Him. (Were the oceans ink? I would still never run out of the ways God is so good to me!)
I write because I love Jesus.