Not too long ago, we asked our members why they write. Here are some of their responses.
Sue Won says: I write when I see or hear something I want to remember – often humorous or just plain interesting. Usually, it’s about nature, “Mother or other,” including birds, clouds, grand kids, husband, though I’m careful about who sees that last category for fear of bruising a sensitive ego. Really, I write for myself, mainly poems, or what look like poems, because the thought of exceeding even a few hundred words is overwhelming. I relish the process of choosing the best word, setting the desired mood, making a clear point, getting it done on one page, revising until I’m happy with the result. In short, I write for the joy of it.
Stanley Trice says: Some of my stories are the most abstract as I can be. Most have hidden messages about myself. I write to try to explain it all to myself.
Don Sheldon says: My mind is full of stories that I tell myself. I write to share.
Sarah Maury Swan says: I have always been a storyteller. My mother used to chuckle when I’d anthropomorphize inanimate items around the house or the yard. What? They all have a voice, you just have to listen for it. And one of my favorite things was when a teacher would ask us to write a short essay or story about something. I remember being so proud when my 5/6th grade teacher, Mrs. Reid, asked us to describe the schoolyard. I wrote that the wind was playing with the flag as a kitten plays with a ball of yarn. My favorite kind of joke to tell is one that I can embellish. So, I have no choice but to write. Thanks for asking.