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The temperature is quickly climbing to 100 degrees. I find refuge in a cool corner of a coffee shop and a mason jar of iced mango green tea.
I’m here on a mission to answer one simple, little question posed in a thick, heavy book that I’ve been toting around for a week. It’s a writing exercise composed of a one sentence prompt: Why do you write?
Open journal. Pick up pen. Ready. Set. Go.
I write for the sake of my heartbeat, to remind myself that I exist.
I write because I can’t help myself.
I write when my hand trembles in fear of the thoughts haunting my mind.
I write between lines for those cast aside to the margins.
I write to punish. I write to praise.
I write to hold tight to grudges. I write to forgive.
I write to feel sincere. I write to expose myself as a fraud.
I write to feel human. I write to feel divine.
I write as an act of prayer, each sentence a chant, a hymn, a meditation.
I write as an act of play, to feel free as a girl flying high in her favorite swing at the neighborhood park.
I write to find community. I write to escape to my own little world.
I write because I want you to love me.
I write to be immortal. I write when I feel ready to die.
I write because I believe that in the end stories are all we have.
*Inspired by “Why I Write” by Terry Tempest Williams
Why do you write?