Yet if I dig, there's always a theme on my mind. Lately I've been wondering a lot about all of you, and why you write. Seriously, what is your purpose in writing? Where does it stem from? What are you hoping to accomplish?
I started writing as a child. Comically horrible stories that couldn't measure up to the authors I loved, but nevertheless I dreamed of one day writing a story everyone would love. In high school my English teachers told me I had a talent for writing (even as they groaned and yowled over my perpetual misuse of commas, colons, and semi-colons), and by my senior year I was one of three students in a creative writing course that was created exclusively for us. (That's kind of wild now that I think about it.)
Despite the urgings and the yearnings, I chose to go a more analytical and less artful direction in life to satisfy that part of my mind that thrives on problem-solving. The need to write didn't go away. It was redirected to journal writing, articles, papers, and yes, blogging. I think in sentences, and as Lord Byron said, "If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad."
That quote is why I write, in a nutshell. I don't know if I have a novel in me, or if I even want to write a novel. It's simply how I communicate and keep from going mad.
But enough about me, what is it for you? Maybe it's like Sylvia Plath's need:
“I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.” ~Sylvia Plath
Tell me in comments about why you write, what drives you, and where you hope to go with it. Or write a post about it and leave the link in comments.
As for 100 words, your prompt this week is from Cloud Atlas which I'm still reading for a book club: