It is much simpler to answer the question ‘why do I write’ than it is to explain why I first wanted to become a writer. I write for a few reasons. Other than the fact that I would like to be a writer and writing regularly supposedly helps hone the skill, I write to not hide myself. Sometimes I feel that if I do not share at least some of my thoughts and feelings and ideas that I will implode into oblivion without anyone getting to really know me or understand me. I write as a form of therapy to help heal the angry person that lies hidden and locked below my genuinely happy and bubbly outside personality, but also to regularly update one of my best friends about what is going on in my life. I write to say the things that I can’t tell anyone about and to tell the world the things I want to tell everyone. Not to mention I think the idea of leaving behind pieces of me to those who want to have them after I die is pretty cool. (I would love to read a journal of my grandfathers if he had kept it.)

I’m not sure why I initially wanted to be a writer, but there are several possibilities. I didn’t have a bad childhood, I frankly feel like my life was quite swell, but most psychologist would say there were some big issues in my childhood. Reading, one of the only things I was truly passionate about for an extended period of time, became my escape from the more difficult aspects of my life and I fell in love with books. At first I wanted to become essentially an editor though the picture in my child’s mind was a long way away from what an editor actually is, but as time passed by I realized that I had thoughts that are worth sharing with the world. Actually, I realized I had the capability to think great thoughts that were worth sharing with the world and began to hope that I would have those great thoughts so I could write a book.

Maybe it is my love for books that made me want to be a writer. Maybe it was the ideas I had and wanted to share or the ideas I thought I would have that I felt the world needed to know. To be honest, I do not know why I want to be a writer now let alone why I first wanted to be a writer. I do know that I read books and witness the creativity and art and wonder they hold and want to make the same thing. I want to write something that allows