Writing makes me happy. If I don’t write, I feel miserable. But there are other reasons why I chose to be a writer…
(In no particular order.)
- To work from home in my pyjamas while drinking hot tea and eating honeyed biscuits.
- To arouse the imagination of children and tickle the hearts of women and challenge the minds of men through my stories, and by doing so to make friends with people that I will never meet.
- To have a trade that brings me not material wealth but intellectual, emotional, moral, and possibly posthumous satisfactions.
- To turn my love woes and my love joys into romantic stories that provide emotional relief or emotional ecstasy.
- To read as much as I want when I want, and if anyone objects, to raise my head from my book, smile, and reply that I am doing research for my next novel.
- To be an observer and watch interesting people and understand how they do what they do and why, and more importantly, how they feel while doing it.
- To earn a living by writing similes like when I am heartbroken I feel like an empty glass full of nothing.
- To make myself, my family, my friends, my acquaintances, and my future lovers proud.
- To be eccentric, and to have a good excuse not to follow the news, not to go to church, not to wake up early in the morning and go to work, not to vote, and not to watch TV.
- To develop mental and emotional habits that will make me impartial to most that is happening around me, and thus to avoid having many prejudices.
- To have an excuse to devour audiobooks, films, music albums, and art daily.
- To have my own Wikipedia page one day.
- To become immortal by way of the pen.
This could go on, but now I have to tip my hat and start writing about what Oliver Colors and Lady Katherine Frost did after the carnival night.
Will you continue this list? Why did you choose to be a writer?
boy with a hat 
I did not choose to write. Writing chose me. Not because I’m a great writer (I’m not), but because I’d otherwise go crazy trying to contain all those words bouncing off the walls of my cranium in search of a way out.
Not that I mind being crazy. If I weren’t, what could I possibly write about that might be worth reading?
Well, people can write without trying to become published authors.
This post is more about about choosing the career.
I also feel that writing chose me. But then I chose to become a writer. 🙂
I chose it because it chose me. It’s the only thing I can do where I feel I get close to being ‘me’. All the rest is prevarication.
I think if I gave up now, I would never do a single worthwhile thing ever again. It would be like a betrayal of myself.
And this is not to suggest that I think I’m a great writer or anything – it’s just that I need to do it, and to feel as if I push myself on and on …
Amen!
I didn’t choose it nor did it choose me. Someone left it at my doorstep one autumn morning, right next to the milk, with a note that said, ‘feed it your inspiration, and let it fly.’ i couldn’t leave it there, nor could i bring it to the police station, so i had to take it in. it has been with me since, and i must say that it’s a very difficult child to raise. with its temper tantrums, silence, and its refusing inspiration during meal times? tsk, tsk, tsk.
I don’t think I ever said this, but I think you are talented writer!
What are you studying? Please tell me not business…
I’m doing media, communication & cultural studies. I’ve always wanted to do English literature though, but I can’t always live in my dreams. I have a room I pay rent for in reality and I need to go back to it more often than I want to…
Please just try not to make a career out of appearing on TV. I won’t like you anymore!
Oh, and thank you! I’m so happy. No one knows about my blog, I don’t dare to let anyone I know in real life see what I write! It’s so embarrassing!
Whoever left writing on your doorstep knew EXACTLY what they were doing!!! (you made me laugh . . . I LOVE writers who make me laugh).
I can make you laugh by tickling myself.
How did you do that? You even made me laugh OUT LOUD (now, somebody PLEASE wipe this ridiculous grin off my face or it’s gonna be here ALL DAY!!!).
You are so peculiar!
I feel the same way. Which is why I write in English. Nobody around me knows what I’m up to. 🙂
I haven’t chosen to be a writer…I have chosen to read the writing of the Boy with a Hat. 🙂
LOL…
A good answer!
Vincent, you write so well. Your voice is like an intellectual summer breeze.
I love what you wrote about having a reason to be eccentric.
Bryan,
I tip my hat.
Hey, thanks for liking my post. I’m totally with you on this! 😀
i have to many words . People cant nor will always listen, but paper will always lend a leaf to my hand.That way I can save my words for when everyone has time to hear.
i chose to write because it was my only emotional outlet. i pour my heart and soul into what i write and it is my coping mechanism for everyday life. god bless the humble pen and paper
The paper is humble, but not the pen!
Reblogged this on EmeraldEyes and commented:
i thought it was only too true for most writers:)
I didn’t choose. I was dragged to it…
Poor aunt!
I’m not complaining 🙂
Inky-haired aunt, how do you do?
Are those biscuits Polish? 🙂
To be in my PJ’s longer makes me lazy. I couldn’t work in my PJ’s.
Unfortunately I cannot continue this list cause I’m not a writer… But I think if I’d write, if I ever will write, I’ll do it ’cause I believe I can finish. Today I don’t believe I’d finish. I get thousands of ideas that die in the middle of creating…
I like your reasons.
Some of them are, yes.
I felt the same way when I started. You stop feeling like that once you start. 😉
I wish you were write.
An interesting hat ! Of course, a hat in the same place where I live !
Congratulations ! Writing is a miracle!
I chose to write so I could share a life, a death and everything in between… though the pyjamas bit keeps me going. 😉
I choose to be a writer because it helps me breathe better, see better, feel better, know better and live better. Also because being a writer helps me be me. 🙂