When I was a young boy, I remember going grocery shopping with my mother, and if she lost track of me in the store, she’d inevitably find me in the aisle that carried pens and notebooks. I had a strange fascination — perhaps even a fetish — for stationery, pens, and journals. When I visited my father’s office, I’d sneak away with a treasure trove of pads of papers and pens. I asked for a leather-bound diary with a lock on it for my 7th birthday. Soon afterward, my mother gave me an antique rolltop desk designed for a child, and I was in heaven. I felt like a real writer, and I wrote my first story at that desk.
This is all to say that when I think about the myriad of things that made me a writer and made writing such an urgent act, I sometimes think it was pre-determined. I felt the calling to write from as early as I can remember. I took a few steps in different directions here and there over the years, but I knew that no matter my profession, writing would always be a strong gravitational force in my life.
But that primal calling doesn’t tell me “the why” of it all. Why spend so many hours — why spend the better part of an entire lifetime — in this activity that doesn’t generally offer much societal approbation, and certainly not much money?
I once told a friend that there were at least 100 good reasons why I wrote. But after I said that, I wondered if I was exaggerating. It turns out I wasn’t. Here’s why I write.
- I write to see the beginning and the end of it all.
- I write to find myself.
- I write to lose myself.
- I write to tame reality.
- I write to augment reality.
- I write to discover how to survive.
- I write to think about how to die.
- I write to shape my ideas with words.
- I write to see the world through others’ eyes.
- I write to exult the possible.
- I write to probe the chaos in myself.
- I write to better define the clarity of myself.
- I write to touch a dragon’s scales.
- I write to live in a wizard’s magic.
- I write to make the world bigger.
- I write to make the world smaller.
- I write to demystify people’s differences.
- I write to see with fresh eyes.
- I write to reorder and recombine the world.
- I write to listen to the heartbeat of the monstrous.
- I write to break open the locked chambers of myself.
- I write to enliven feelings that have become numb.
- I write to hear a tree’s whispers.
- I write to make the obvious strange (and the strange obvious)
- I write to trace the contours of nuances.
- I write to push the boundaries of myself.
- I write because I don’t know what else to do.
- I write to be a part of the world.
- I write to invent myself.
- I write to preserve myself.
- I write to change the world.
- I write to explore my darkness.
- I write to inhabit my lightness.
- I write to hold onto ephemeral moments.
- I write to quarrel with myself.
- I write to travel to other lands.
- I write to encounter the unknown.
- I write to live in the past and the future.
- I write to eavesdrop on others’ conversations.
- I write to peek through the keyholes of forbidden rooms.
- I write to find an antidote to my malaise.
- I write to nourish my spirit.
- I write to test my values.
- I write to read the world.
- I write because with each word, new expanses open.
- I write so that my life will not end when I die.
- I write to not die of the truth.
- I write to maintain my equilibrium.
- I write to be seduced by all of the strange and wonderful possibilities of language.
- I write to be vulnerable.
- I write to share.
- I write to find beauty in the gritty aspects of life and grittiness in the beautiful.
- I write to entertain myself.
- I write to converse with others.
- I write to hide from others.
- I write because there are so many voices in my head.
- I write to give.
- I write because I only have one life, and I want so many more.
- I write to get revenge (sorry).
- I write to find out why.
- I write to resist anything that threatens me.
- I write to pursue the things I can never quite know.
- I write to know the boundaries of my fears.
- I write to not be lonely.
- I write to feel solace.
- I write to to fortify my resilience.
- I write to mend.
- I write to feel whole.
- I write to know what makes bad people good and good people bad.
- I write to hear the music of life.
- I write to better enjoy my morning cup of coffee.
- I write to better enjoy my evening glass of wine.
- I write to develop a rapt eye–and then express the raptures I see.
- I write to appreciate others’ words and stories more.
- I write to experiment, to fail, and to try again.
- I write to pause.
- I write to notice.
- I write because words open a secret door through which all else flows.
- I write to talk to myself.
- I write to feel the immensity of it all.
- I write to pray.
- I write to rewrite.
- I write because there’s no way to get it right.
- I write so that I can buy fine journals and pens.
- I write to retort.
- I write to hear the silence.
- I write because I’m not satisfied with just living.
- I write to wend through the contortions of all of my doubts.
- I write to know all of the different homes where I have lived.
- I write to not feel misunderstood.
- I write to feel the awe of all of the scents, sights, sounds, touches, and tastes of the world.
- I write to be more intimate with myself.
- I write to hear what gods and devils talk about.
- I write to speak in tongues.
- I write to know the things that are hidden.
- I write to remember.
- I write because, as Gloria Steinem said, “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”
- I write because I don’t know how not to write.
- I write to find hope in suffering.
- I write to light candles in the darkness. I write to keep going, so I’ll add just one more.
- I write to love.
I just sent my friend these 100 reasons and told her I think I can come up with 100 more.
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Grant Faulkner is the executive director of National Novel Writing Month and the co-founder of 100 Word Story. His book Pep Talks for Writers: 52 Insights and Actions to Boost Your Creative Mojo was recently released.