Why do you spend (read as waste by some of our peers) all your time writing? What’s the point to wearing down all those keypads? When every spare moment is dedicated to liberating the obsessive storylines running through your head at the expense of laundry, maintaining personal relationships, and dare I say bodily hygiene, what’s the point? What’s the end game?
The need to share stories has its roots deep in time. For as long as folks have been communicating there has been a need to share what we know, what we think we know, and what we hope to know. All sorts of information is passed along through stories; parables, fables, children’s rhymes, ghost stories, urban legends, family histories, whatever the label. The art of conveying through verbal tradition, and then as time passed written pages, is as basic a need as the search for hearth and home.
We tell personal stories, inspiring stories, stories just for fun. All for that “Ah-ha” moment when the reader connects to what you’re trying to convey. And really, that’s why we write, to connect.
I must apologize at this point, my time has been overrun with many new endevours, and I’ve fallen short of making timely posts. I recently decided to go back to college and gain a few more degrees. One in Multimedia Web Design and another in Graphic Design. Admitedly, at my age, it’s been an adjustment, but it’s exciting as well – and let me tell you, the inspiration for furture stories abound!