That is all that makes up the English language. Just less than thirty letter. Some of Arabic, Greek and Roman influence. And for the desire of their further manipulation, their richness and any words that may sprout from that–we have the love of words.
Words, works, languages. The whole lot.
I can’t speak for every writer, but for this one? It is the draw of these letters, this dark trick of words, that has enthralled me since I was 8 years old.
I love writing because it has allowed me an outlet, a space and platform to do and conduct as I see fit. It has given voice and power to things that have troubled me, haunted me and have scratched the surface of desires.
Writing has given me a superpower. Unique and fascinating to create anything out of air, time and thought. The incredible thing? That I am able to pull out of these things out of the air by sheer will and imagination. When you have people read and enjoy your work? Even better.
A Writer’s High? Mm. Nothing like it.
I love writing because it is as incredible as it is everyone can do it..but not well. I love writing because I have found a home, a place, in these 26 other permanent things in the world. I love that when a work in progress is coming together, I don’t want to stop! I love that I can race my imagination! I love that when I create these pretend people, they become alive and part of my creative family.
My love for writing is equivalent to the breadth and depth of the ocean. It is far reaching, deep with dark and mysterious depths when explored. The greatest thrill is the exploration. I love writing because I’m good at it.
I am damn good at it. That is why I love it.