I write because I am a writer.

Writing unearth the words buried inside and provide the illumination needed to see clearly and embrace the road ahead wherever it leads.  

It is movement over fire: The pot cannot hold together anymore unless some steam gets released into a larger space.

I write because it reminds me that everyday life is comprised of action, risk, uncertainty, terror, and with persistence, the most perfect words.

Writing is my music.  I love to type!

I write novels about ordinary women who face seemingly insurmountable odds, but through courage and determination find their heart's desire.

I write the stories I want to read.  I write it the way I want it to be or am afraid that it really is.

I write because it's very crowded in my brain and it's the only way the characters can escape. A story must be told, even if no one reads it.

I write because I have no choice.  It is the only way I can crystallize my thoughts about the world around me.

To paraphrase the words of Tori Morrison, I write to share unwritten stories I want to read. To tell stories that haven't been told gives me adventure and purpose.

My thoughts must leak out; if not by tongue, then by pen, creating images to incite, excite, recite, rehash, relish, refresh.

When I write, I want to find the lies that tell the truth truer. (Thank you Mr. Spanbauer)

I write because I cannot lose the colors in the flagstone steps in front of my childhood home, I cannot stop hearing the stories my grandmother told me, and I cannot ignore the stories that ache inside me, to be born. To write is not a choice I made; writing is both a gift and a responsibility that I must carry, or I will die.

I write because it gives me a legitimate reason to have long intimate conversations with the many voices in my head. Because it colours life with splashes of blue and sprinkles of yellow. Because it opened the doors to the many places I was not brave enough to go.

Why I Write:

Words simmer and seethe, slide against one another, spark thought, ignite the dark, people a world, rush to the brink, spill in cascades, glitter in the fall – shards, mirrors of self, of universe, of truth.  I write because I cannot contain.

Writing allows me to develop, revis and finalize my thoughts, feelings and ideas before ever sharing them with anyone else.  Writing is sculpture without the mess. 

I started writing when I became a stay-at-home mom and needed an outlet.  Writing has evolved into a place for me to get lost in another scene, life, world, or dream.  I love it.

Being a rather shy person I soar when I write.  I get a high like drinking expensive champagne but without the hangover. When I am prevented from writing I suffer withdrawal pains.

Every piece I write is my "thank you letter" to God for giving me a purpose and a gift!

I write because it sheds the sunny daylight on and is the 'Living-Out-Loud'  visual expression of my seasoned night song, always with me, expressing as it chooses; Sometimes poetic, other times gritty and stark or haunting, but always real.

Why write? To find the place where curiosity feeds the cat. To create this place together. To remake ourselves, our word each day.

Gosh you got me going on Twitter all right.

The true answer...I'd probably be schizophrenic if I didn't. I swear at one time I have at least two different ideas running through my head. Writing is my escape (like reading). Writing allows me to create characters and situations different from my life. It allows me to leave my current problems behind. Writing is how I communicate. I tend to be a better writer then talker. The one thing I can always depend on is a pen and a piece of paper. You will never find me without either.

Writing is my way of understanding the world.

"Most writers of the new milliena are international call girls dancing on tune of market." Anonymous. #WhyIWrite