Why do you write?

This is a question I ask myself on a regular basis. Any activity you spend eight to ten hours a day doing is worth a little bit of reflection, now and again. After all, if I were able to go to a job every day and do tedious and unfulfilling tasks until quitting time, I’d be doing it instead of writing. I left the IT field precisely because I couldn’t find any purpose or joy in what I did.

Still, if freelance writing is to be a suitable replacement for fixing networks, I’ve got to ask myself: Why write?

There are several reasons I write.

It’s not the banging on the keyboard itself that I enjoy. It’s the production process. I love watching an idea gestate, grow, and finally be birthed on the screen. No matter that it’s not always my idea; I get to be a midwife of sorts to other people’s ideas. And that’s pretty cool.

On a daily basis I get to learn about anything from postpartum depression to how to change your car’s tires to politics.

You see, I’m a student, and I always will be. I