That question is: Why do you write?
What is it that makes you sit down at your computer or pick up your pen day after day to stare at that blank page until words come? What makes you persevere when you get harsh criticism? Or your story just isn't coming together? What insanity possesses you to write and write and write without knowing if anyone would ever read it? Why would you put yourself through such pain and torment if the results might never be visible?
The truth is, the answer is different for every one of us writers. But if there's one thing I know, it's that writing fills some inexplicable need in the deepest part of our soul that cannot be filled by anything else. There may be days when we just can't stop writing. There may be days where we can't write at all. But that something inside us is always there, tugging on us to explain, to describe, to rant, to destroy, to create.
And that is why we are writers.
