“I write because I have to.” -
Adrian Meade.
For
every writer their reasons for writing are different, but Adrian Meade and I
have something in common. We write because we have to.
I write
to fulfill a purpose.
I have
an itch that never goes away, a yearning that fills my soul, and a passion for
the words yet to come. The moment I
place fingers to keyboard, or pen to paper I feel released from the ties that
bind me to a normal, everyday life. I relish in the ability to take myself to
another world where love and evil exist, and I can decide that love conquers
all.
I write
because I have to.
I write
to stop the constant whispers inside my head. To halt the flashes of scenes and
dialogue that run across my mind. I write to stop the restlessness and
agitation within my hands. I write so I can sleep at night.
I write
to tell a story, to touch lives, and to take my readers on an emotional ride.
One, I hope will leave them smiling in the end.
I write
because it is a need, a constant thought, a push from behind. It is a part of
who I am—it is in my bones, and my blood.
I write
to live, because if I couldn’t I’d no longer breathe.
I write
because I have to.
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