Why do I write?

It is not something that is easy to explain unless I’m speaking to another writer. Writing is a solitary pursuit. I’m no stranger to solitude and enjoy it. Writing is sort of thankless. At times all I have to show is an array of pages that don’t mean anything to anyone else. I haven’t been published but that’s in large part to my own choice not to pursue it yet. It’s a good question. Why do I write?

Why do I read? That’s a simple answer for me. Reading is relaxing for me. Reading is interesting for me. Reading provides puzzles for me. Reading is an escape for me. Why do I write? Writing is an outlet for ideas that swirl in my head like cinnamon through a yeasty bun. Writing allows me to crease alternate realities so I may fulfill some of my life fantasies. Writing is a way to soothe my uneasy soul when it’s too tough to talk through my troubles. Writing shows me things I didn’t know were inside. Writing makes me happy.

There you have it, the intellectual equivalent to “why do I swim?”

About thequarryschild

A self-described forensic junkie, Beth Anderson spends her days shaping young minds to ask critical questions and wonder “whodunit.” Beth resides in the Capital District of New York and spends her free time reading and solving the great mysteries. Her love of swimming, tennis and sports provides the basis for one of the lead characters in her new book The Quarry’s Child. Beth is one of the founding members of the Upper Hudson Valley Chapter of Sisters in Crime (aka Mavens of Mayhem), a graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy, a survivor of a visit to an active aircraft carrier while it was at sea, and a published poet in Soundings, a literary journal. Beth continues to instill a love for mystery fiction in her students as she has for over twenty years. Photo credit: Quinn Mulvey
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2 Responses to Why do I write?

  1. Erik Conover says:

    I write because I have to. It’s therapeutic for me. Letting out ideas and emotions. It’s only recently that I stared sharing my work. You’re words weave vivid pictures in my mind, the yeasty bun made my stomach growl!


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