This is why I write, why do you?


Well, why do you write? There has to be some reason in your head that tells you why. Share it with us and be an inspiration to your fellow WCers.

Simply put your name, your blurbed about why you write and <hr> under it so the next person can post. - XO [Ash]


[Ash]

Sometimes, I think it’s not worth it. To sit here and just type away knowing one day I’ll get carpal tunnel. Where’s my enjoyment in this? What’s so super special that I keep typing away day after day writing stories no one reads. Last night I went over to my ex-boyfriends house to play magic. A few weeks ago, I printed him off some fan fiction.

Being positive he would hate my work, I was a little awed when he said “I wanted to kill myself because of the run-ons, but I couldn’t put down the story to do it.” This intrigued me and for a few hours I sat and wondered until I made him walk me home. There I got a big shocker comprising of praise. “I cried at the end.” Do you know how hard it is to get squirrel boy crying? He falls out of trees, yells ‘I’m okay’ and climbs back up. Basically the conversation was him going there was two to three really bad run-ons, the rest was amazing.

And that’s why I write. Also this:

“Oh wow I can't believe it's over I'm definitely gonna read the sequel : ) It was a great story I'm sad to see it go : (“
“The story is really great! so awesome and totally cute!! ur a great writter really, can't wait till the next chapter! :)”

What pisses me off, is the reviews yell at me about grammar because I’ll miss a keystroke or something, and they can’t even spell correctly. They’re the ones writing dat and u. Pathedic.

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[Veltzeh]

I started writing when I was approximately 12 because I didn't have anything to do. Writing was solitary, time-taking, creative and intellectual at the same time, so it felt like the ideal hobby at the time. I like to create worlds and characters and do stuff with them. Maybe it's just a big social exercise because the real world is so damn complicated and permanent.
I started writing in English because I wanted to learn English. I think that the first translation of one of my stories was for an English class.

Later I started not having as much free time, but as I had already started writing, I couldn't just give it up. I think I value writing more over other hobbies because I still think it's the most creative and intellectual thing I can do. Still, one of the biggest reasons I write is because I CAN write. I like putting letters and other characters in sequence so that they make a correct sentence.

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[Zadius]

Well, for a couple of years all I ever wrote was letters to my cousins in Russia and Bulgaria, but whenever I wrote to them I found that whatever mood I was in tended to be conveyed in the language I used. Since then I've taken profound pleasure in reading whatever I find in my hands, just to think about how the writer felt when they actually put pen to paper (or finger to key, as the case may be... =D). I've discovered that writing is a brilliant way to express your emotions, and in certain circumstances get them out of your system. Many a time I've come home drunk or high, unable to sleep and really annoyed with someone so all I do is sit and write until my anger dies... usually I find it's been released into the page of whatever I've wrote haha. Although when I'm sober and I reread it I normally end up binning or burning it, at least it's given me a little insight into how I felt at the time of writing, and given me the chance to collect my thoughts and calm down. I suppose in simple terms I'm saying writing is my special way of relaxing when things get too much.

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[Tyr Zalo Hawk]

Despite my current status, I used to hate writing with a passion. When I was young I would dread ever having to compose an essay, story, poem, or any other form of pencil to paper product. True, I enjoyed reading immensely, but writing was a turn off. I just always felt like it was too much work for too little reward, and, even though I was good at it, I never enjoyed it. Then, I came online.
The world of the internet fascinated me like never before. People writing in real time and sharing it with the world, it was incredible. I joined my first Text-Based RP session back in the early 2004, and got addicted to writing right then and there. Everyday I would type and type for hours, unable to get enough of my newest drug. Then, one day I started writing on my own, branching off until, by Freshman year, I even found schoolwork vastly entertaining.
It wasn't just that I received compliments, or how much of a distraction it provided, it was the entire process of creating from my own mind. Letting people see and experience whatever I wanted them to just by describing it to them with words. I'd always been a storyteller, I just hadn't realized how much fun it was without speaking the words.
So, that's how I came to be the writer I am, and that's why I write.
Grammar Nazi Tyr, signing out.

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[Kuzco]

I started writing when I was 12, due to this special evaluation my Portuguese teacher did, where she handed a sheet of paper full of topics, which were to become the morals of stories. Every 15 days, you would write a story about one of the topics.
I had a perfect A+ on every single one of them, my first and only A+ ever. It was the funniest subject for me, ever. Often, she asked me to read the story to my class and they all liked it, so I started putting my friends in those very short stories. I never had so much attention, so many eyes looking upon me with laughter (the good kind) and likeness. At the end of that year, that teacher did a 5 or 10 minute speech of how much she liked my stories, of how capable I was and of how much I surprised her. It filled my heart, and I started writing.
The next year, I wrote what would be the first chapter of my book. The year after, I started being active online and started writing in English (I was terrible. Seriously, my evolution from year to year is terrifyingly immense.). And now here I am. True, that was the only epoch where people paid attention to what I wrote. Ever since then, I've had the support of, maybe, one friend or another. But I haven't stopped, nor can I, really. The peak of change for me was, in fact, Writersco. There was a time where it was lively, full of contests, and I would be on every single one of them. I'm talking about 4, 6 at a time. Kuzco would be there. Never did get first at anything, but I learned a lot, and I got a lot better.

Halfway through all that, I also noticed the effects that writing the story had:
First -> I didn't think about it has much, and definitely not with the same detail I used too, before writing it down.
Second -> I often better re-read the thing. The writing process, for me, is so fast paced that I'm writing and thinking about two things, what I'm writing and what I am going to write. That messes up some phrases and/or words. That's probably because it's so insanely fun, and I'm so ecstatic to have it all written down.
Third -> It felt like the story was made real. Like, in my head, it didn't exist, but once it's on paper, once you can READ it, it's real. It exists.

The first contributes for needing to write. But it's the third that makes me enjoy it, that makes me keep at it, and fulfil it. Creation, creating, creativity. That's why I REALLY write. I love to plot, I love to story-tell. I love to see my stories made real, characters made real, world created.
And with a sincere and honest heart, I always hope anyone who reads them gets something out of them, at least entertainment.

And that is it. See ya around, take care and be well.
Kuzco

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[Ariel]

I was thirteen when my best friend died. I was also thirteen when my mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia, after she decided that I was not a very nice person at all. Lots of yelling that time.

I was also an awkward, smart, frizzy-haired thirteen year old, which is basically a nice way of saying I had no friends.

When everything is falling down around your ears, you have to do something. So I grabbed a composition notebook and started writing about a girl, a bit older than I was, who was dealing with things worse than I was. It made me feel safe, less alone, less scared, to think that I had created someone who knew what was going on, and was dealing with their own problems, too. I finished the story when I was a few days short of fourteen. A week later, I lost the composition notebooks, but kept the compulsive need to write.

Writing made me feel safe, as if I had some control when everything was spiraling, and now it makes my heart soar. There is no scent better than that of ink and old paper. There is no group of people nicer than those I've met at writing groups, at NaNo meetings, through online writing communities. There is no greater satisfaction than closing a notebook and knowing that that story is done, and those people you created can rest.

And there's absolutely NOTHING better than knowing something you wrote helped someone else get through a time where nobody helped you.

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[Angel In Red]

My mind just went blank at that question. Don't trust my mind. It's completely pathetic. Right.
Let's try that again.
It would also help if you refrained from picking your nose whilst reading this. Just polite manners, yeesh.
Anyways, you have to understand that my interest in writing stemmed from my obession with reading.
So when I was like, nine. I was a complete retard at school, teachers hated me for reasons beyond my control and the kids around me thought I was too creepy to be even considered human.
No, they can't be blamed.
Most of my time was spent in the local library, annoying the ever so patient Librarians. In a year or so, I'd read their whole fiction section. Even books I didn't like. We all just love to experiment. Right?
One day, some librarian (can't remember her name. Ann...Jen?... God knows.) asked me to write something up. Now, me being lazy and well, creepy wrote up a lovely little poem about squashing ants.
Some reason she liked it.
Again, God knows.
From then on whenever I felt pissed off, angry or moody... perhaps a combination of all three, I'd write up something. (Tear it up later, I had no patience and I disliked my own work. I'm my own worst critic.) It just happened from there I guess. Poetry, lyrics and short stories. Based on horror, gore and icky stuff. I spent ages just reading and writing that shit, whilst eating candyfloss.

Cuz I'm sick like that.

After a while I realised I had a flaw. I can't spend more than an hour max on one idea, unless it's an RPG because that involves more people but I had to drop short-stories. I can't stand leaving things unfinished so it would just fustrate me to heck hell. I realised that the reason I had continued writing even though I had never thought about it before, was because I liked having that creepy control over words. It's the only thing I've ever had complete control of.

I'm babbling again. *Thinks of a summary*

Ok. At the end of the day, writing AND reading make me...well me. If I wasn't me, then I wouldn't be like...HERE. Anddddd we all know if I wasn't here then the world would cease to exist and a huge vortex would appear and swallow up the universe!!!

Ok, so I'm not THAT important but eh.

Right. I'm done. If I didn't answer the question properly...well read between the lines. >.> Christ.

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You've still been picking your nose through all that haven't you? Jesus.

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[Akane; Il Sangue Bevitore]

I write because I am OCD. If I don't, I find myself running through dialouge in my mind. It becomes a problem sometimes. Creating things no matter how small is something I love. Having the complete ability to control is also something I like which both can be accomplished through writing. I might think of more later...right now I'm in the middle of exploring and infiltrating.

Basically, I write because I must. In order to remain sane. (Which is over-rated, anyway)

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[Product of a Primal Urge]

I write because it's the only socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. I can't go around blabbering about the voices in my head to just anyone. So, this site will help me get it all out in a socially acceptable way. You can't take that away! Besides, I just joined...

In all reality, I write because it's what I know how to do. You don't waste talent, and while I'm not sure I'm terrifically talented in writing, I know that for me, it's easy to sit down for two hours and bang out something on paper/keyboard. That's not the case for everyone and I shouldn't give it up. That would be a waste. Also, I like the idea of this place because the other writing sites I go to aren't as involved. You want to talk about dead, try getting people to look at your work on fictionpress.com. If you don't already know people you're shit out of luck. This has activities, wikis, places to discuss things. That's what people have to realize. If they want a writing community, this could be a great one. Those who run it need to be on here and able to explain things to new members. Those already a part of this should advertise it. If you're in college/high school and you know people who write, invite them. They have their own reasons for writing and many times they're like me and want to get better! This could help them and give them yet ANOTHER reason to write. I write for others, too. I'd like someone to read what I write and get something out of it.