Funny, this isn’t as easy to figure out as the scrapbooking thing.
I keep writing because I have too many stories I need to tell. Too many characters inside my head who need a voice. Too many ideas (maybe you’ve heard that before).
I love writing because it takes me out of myself, takes me away from the problems and drudgery of everyday. Sort of like reading does. I love it because I can make the story come out how I want. I’m not just following some other author’s idea of a perfect story.
It’s a creative outlet, sure, but I have a lot of those, and they’re a lot more quick with the gratification. I can be looking at a new scrap page in about an hour. A new book—um—a year. Not so satisfying. Not until it’s done, anyway, and the wait between is so long.
I feel I’m fulfilling my purpose by writing. God gave me this talent, gave me the need, gave me the stories. What better use of my time than to thank Him by writing?
It’s a good idea, though, to study your reasons, and reaffirm them.
