I spent ten days vacationing on the Oregon coast earlier this month and figured out, after seven years of writing full-time, why I write.
As you might imagine, writers write for different reasons. Some write to put food on the table. (Trust me, my children would starve if I tried to feed them off my advances.) Some write for immortality. Shakespeare, anyone? Some write because they have a particular story to tell. Some write because they’d go insane without the outlet (and some of those go insane anyway). I thought I wrote for a combination of all those reasons. I was wrong….
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