Why would anyone give up hours, days, weeks, months of life in this marvelous and giddy world to lock himself in a room and stain white paper with black ink to try to make colorful thoughts?
Why would anyone fill with words pages that might end up becoming only a stack of love letters never sent, yellowing in a shadowy drawer?
Why would anyone chose the labyrinthine path of the writer, going through dark forests of uncertainty and barren valleys of self-doubt, when he could instead prefer the well-trodden road of the teacher, or of the librarian, or of the carpenter?
Why would anyone want to dream beautiful lies instead of living sober truths?
Why does the sun rise every day morning?
I don’t have answers to any of these questions, but maybe you do?
boy with a hat 
Because we are crazy…of course I’m talking only for me…:D
You can talk about me too, I don’t mind.
Okay…the world need ‘mildy crazy’ peoples like artists…:) or dreamers…
Classify me as crazy as well, but also I write because my colors can become real anyday. Afterall, h.g wells predicted the atomic bomb. Writers, we are scientists with extensive imaginations. Whose to say we don’t collect information from our surroundings (or wishful [Yes] surroundings and transfer it to paper, making it a theory WAITING TO BE TESTED- AS SOON AS THE TECHNOLOGY IS AVAILABLE FOR OUR SUPERB ABERRATIONS-hmmm, i mean theories.
I forgot that that was a question.
I like the association between artists and scientists, as a painter and a fan of astronomy, I find such beauty in those pictures you can find of nebulaes, galaxies and almost everything…I don’t paint them, but they sure are inspiring. Also I used to read more science-fiction, and Asimov to me was a good bridge between science and story telling.
I’m in it for the fame and the money.
What about posthumous satisfactions?
Nah, I’m an atheist and we don’t go for reward in the afterlife.
I want it now!
*grins* So selling books for charity is something you do solely for the fame and the money?
Hmmm… you got me there. 🙂
Because I am a loner by nature. I enjoy solitude. And I am crazy!
Who would have thought?
G.K. Chesterton: “The sun does not rise because of the rotation of the earth. The sun rises because God says to it, ‘Get up!’ ”
The sun and I share the same reason for doing what we do 🙂
I tip my hat to God then. 🙂
No sensible person would. But who wants to read the ramblings of a sensible person?
“Sharon got up at exactly the right time. She didn’t need an alarm clock – she was a morning person! She had a sensible breakfast of bran buds and low fat milk. The wholesome brown colour of the cereal was very satisfying. Her car keys were waiting in the basket near the door, in exactly the place she left them every night. She sailed out the door and drove to work, carefully following the posted speed limits and rules of the road.”
See? Boring…
Well, if you put it like that…
I do it because it helps me meet women.
Yeah right!
Love the image. Is it your own creation? Lovely!
I cannot draw a straight line.
Check http://afremov.com/
where do you get the money to purchase these, hatted boy?
By writing poems for wealthy women. 🙂
may I borrow your little black book?
Your comment is puzzling! Tell me more.
a black book is a means by which that a gentleman discretely keep track of the names of the lady’s he’s keeping, their phone numbers, and other interesting information he may wish to remember.
Nope; no answers…. except that it satisfies me…!
Love the pic; is it one of your own…?
I wish it was!
It’s by a Jewish Russian called Afremov.
Because we’re awesome like that. We’re living life , exploring and revealing its deep mystery. 🙂
If I tickle myself, you might laugh.
Want me to try?
Oh, that looks like a lot of fun! 🙂
I write to give my thoughts a, somewhat, coherent place to live. I’m not often successful but the effort is sometimes worth it. Thanks for liking my incoherence and I look forward to dropping by your site again, cheers.
Because we lack sensibility……and we just HAVE to.
Have you written at that fancy desk in your Italian apartment yet? If you’re too short put some cushions on the chair.
Some people would kill to have such a desk!
I have, I just sit with my legs crossed and it works 🙂
That’s dangerous. I once sat with my legs crossed for a whole day reading a book and then the next day I could not walk properly.
A boy could live with that, but not a girl! 🙂
Vincent – I’m a yoga teacher.
I plan to take up yoga classes in the future. Can a person yoga with his hat on?
A person can do yoga with anything on. Just not Sirsasana….
That headstand looks quite dangerous.
It is the Queen of yoga and any yogi will tell you the same. Enjoy the process. It is quite humbling
You mean you can do such acrobatics? Peculiar!
“Peculiar” is all relative
Fiction is my friend. Wine is my lover. Thank goodness neither one cares about reality.
Wine? have you tried Jeff Buckley’s lilac wine? ‘Tis the best.
No, but it is now on my “to do” list. 😉
Nope. No answers here. I only know that I write because it’s therapy. It also fills those long lonesome hours.
i think because it makes me happy. And ain’t life all about that?
It’s not all bad. I just read this interview today with Roberto Calasso. The interviewer says to him at the end: ‘perhaps there are two species of creators and writers – the ones who are essentially tortured and unhappy as they are doing it, and the others. And it seems as though your entire life’s work is a form of meditation, it nourishes you enormously.’
That’s why I chose to write – because it makes me feel very very alive.
Have you even seen Falstaff’s oak Gabriela?
No, what’s that?
Oh my! You’re British and don’t know who Falstaff is?
I know Falstaff, just not his ‘oak’. Besides, I’m not really British…can’t you tell by my name? 😉
I’m doing it for revealing my insights and to increase my idealistic thoughts in front of this open world! 🙂
Rahul
How’s it going with your parents?
Hahaha! You know that well, huh? 😀 😛
Rahul
It is the only way to stay sane! Without writing I would have killed myself along with every other person I ever encountered a longgg time ago. It’s the only way to sort out the chaos in the mind
Without writing I would have killed myself too, and we would have met in the rarefied air above the clouds. Could have been fun!
Maybe writers go to their own personal afterlife
Because it isn’t giving up (days, weeks, months, tears, blood, sweat, etc.) at all; it’s spending them wisely. For therapy or fame or obsessive reasons; at least it is passionate and driven.
You’re right!
Sometimes one can’t choose. One is unwillingly inflicted.
Oh no, I think that was meant to say ‘afflicted’… I should quit now as a writer…
Aussie aunts are always pardoned.
In fact, not only pardoned, but also rewarded.
I have written a 50-word story about you and Pepi. Will post it Wednesday.
It’s glorious.
Oh, this is momentous! I would hug you if I could…
Can’t wait to read it 🙂
Because it helps us to breathe…I think that’s why I do it anyway…
Breathing is a difficult thing. 🙂
Especially for a concentration-deficient redhead – but that’s another story!
I love your stuff! Keep up the good work.
In order to express ourselves – sometimes the lies concocted in the subconscious and in the creative process are more true than our truths.
How are your elephants? 🙂
Haha they’re good, thanks! They tip their metaphorical hats to you, though they don’t have real ones.
I’ll tell you a secret but don’t tell anyone: I don’t wear a hat now.
GASP. Really?? Why??
Washed my hair. 🙂
Hah. I see. Must have been one hell of a bad hair day/year. 😛
You’re such a nice person!
Dear Ms. Aine Warren,
you fell right into the boy’s hat trick….
Boy,
I write because I love to write. Randy
To impress and to express! hahaha! 😀