Why write? It's a question I get so many times when people find out what I'd like to do with my life. Out of all the professions I could have chosen, writing seems to be the farthest thing from their minds. In a way it's flattering. Lord knows they expect something else and writing has a certain prestige to it. But, that's not answering the question.
It all boils down to one thing: imagination. I have it, I love and I use it. As far back as I can remember I've always had an imagination. I could see myself sitting around when nothing was going on, pick up a couple of toys and create these wonderful little adventures in my head. If I was bored in class, my mind would drift away from math and science and into a fantasy world where I could be any and everything. I could be battling alien invaders from another galaxy, I could be swinging on the ropes of a Zeppelin shooting Nazis, or I could be just a little more confident and pretend I was rescuing which ever girl I had a crush on that moment from whichever guy in the class was trying to win her affections. The point is, I was always crafting these little tales in my head.
It's funny really because writing was the last thing I wanted to do. Truth be told, I wanted to be many things before I settled on writing: Boxer, Animator, anything to do with comic books, I even wanted to be a cop at one point. I almost became an animator but once junior high hit, I developed a love for writing that hasn't died since.
Some of you may be asking what kind of writing I want to do. It's the other question I get asked a lot. Well, I want to do a multitude of things. I have several novels mapped out, but have yet to sit down and finish them. I have short stories I'd like to pull together into a little anthology. I have random free writing exercises that are funny. What I'd really like is to be published. Unfortunately just about every ass hole and their mother thinks they can write the next Da Vinci Code and make a ton of money off it, so the market to get your foot in the door is even more difficult. I guess the key is to finish stories and then send them, hoping that no matter where they end up, it's not the end of the world. So long as it's in print. If it's published then you start building up a body of work to the point where a literary agent is possible and I could write the stories I've always wanted to tell.
Why write? Because I like telling stories. I like translating all the wonderful things in my head into words and if I'm good enough, hopefully someone will pick them up and let the world around them dissolve as a story unfolds before their eyes. Why write? Because deep down I'm still that little boy looking off in the distance and filling his head with the things that should, could and often not, can't be. Why write? Because most importatly... it's fun. I enjoy it and hopefully some day you will too.