Why do I write?

Recently, someone asked me why I wanted to write and publish books if it was so intensely difficult. That question caught me off guard. What a great question!

There are many possible answers. Maybe I’m a bit insane or a glutton for punishment. Maybe I refuse to accept failure. Perhaps I find motivation in setbacks.

My answer was simple: I love writing. I believe I have talent and compelling stories to tell. And maybe, just maybe, people will want to read what I write.

Of course, my critical inner voice sometimes insists I have no talent and am fooling myself. It reminds me that even the best writers struggle to publish successful books. It tries to silence me when I want to promote my work. It warns me that my goals are too ambitious and destined for disappointment.

But my stubborn, hopeful voice pushes back. It tells me that if I don’t keep trying, then I will definitely fail. It whispers that my goals are possible. It shoves me forward when doubt creeps in.

So here I am, on a Saturday, promoting my book on social media and writing this blog, hoping that just one person might find my words meaningful.

So, why do we write? I believe we do it for many reasons. For me, it’s because I love it. My books unfold like movies in my mind, and I strive to translate those vivid scenes onto paper. I love the intricacies of a strong storyline, the growth of characters in my imagination, and a gripping narrative that keeps readers up late into the night. I love creating something that is uniquely mine—my story, my dream.

I will continue to chase my goals. I will keep writing and publishing, hoping that one day, my books will find their audience. I know I’ll face moments of defeat and exhaustion, but I’ll allow those moments to pass and begin anew. I will persist until I either decide this dream is unrealistic or until my fingers can no longer dance across the keyboard.

Until then, I will write. And I will hope.

Why do you write?