"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 if 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 my hands from shaking. I write so I can sleep at night.
I write to tell a story, to touch lives, to bring you into a
world that is not your own. I write to evoke your emotions, to draw a tear, to
cause a frown, and to make you laugh.
I write because it is a need, a constant thought, a push
from behind.
I write because it is a part of who I am—it is in my bones, and my
blood.
I write to live, because it is how I breathe.
I write because I have to.
Kat
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