I write to discover what I’m feeling and thinking.
I write to see where it goes.
I write to organize my thoughts before I speak.
I write to tell stories.
I write because I have something to say.
I write to come up with something to say.
I write in the hope that someone will read it.
I write in the hope that no one will read it.
I write to find out how I would write it.
I write because I came up with a good title.
I write because the energy wouldn’t let me sleep until I did.
I write because I’m sad or angry.
I write to process grief.
I write to process beauty and joy.
I write because I can’t imagine not writing.
I write because I can’t describe an amazing experience, but I want to try anyway.
I write because it might be what someone else needs to read.
I write because it’s what I need to read.
I write because someone has to.
I write because no one else wrote about this the way I would.
I write because I’m bored.
I write because it’s my excuse to drink coffee or bourbon.
I write to remember.
I write hoping those who come after will remember me.
I write to be known.
I write to know myself.