Why am I compelled to write?
Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me.
By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger…
To become more intimate with myself and you.
To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy.
To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul.
To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit…
Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.
I have been writing all my life, but it took me a while to actually realize it.
Before I began writing intentionally with pen and paper, I was day-dreaming through school and church and any other time I felt the need to entertain myself.
And I believe everyone wants to be entertained. Think about it – we are always hungry for stories in some form or another. From picture books to novels to movies and music, radio and television, netflix and youtube, news and commentary, or just day-to-day gossip, we humans are a species of storytellers.
I enjoy exploring bizarre “what if” scenarios, seeing where it brings me and what that journey reveals about my own assumptions and fears.
I hope to share some of that fiction on this website soon – until then…
Click on over for more words on why I write and where I write,
as well as my thoughts on why I blog and why I read.