why I write

I breathe. I think. I eat. I sleep. All these things become real to me when I write about them. Some people define reality by what they see. I do not. My life becomes a thing I understand only if I write about it. My feelings are tangible to me because I describethem My friends are only as real as they inspire me to write to them, about them and for them.
my essays, my stories even my novels have absolutely nothing to do with making money. Absolutely nothing to do with being read.
My reader is the second half of the process. The first will happen without him because it is my way of life. This second half makes it all seem special.
It is said that every creative person needs his ooh oohs.
The first ooh is when a creative project is finished . The crator says, "OOH, I did that and it is wonderful."
The second ooh is when someone else reads it or sees it or becomes aware of it and says, "Ooh that is GREAT."
My writing is more than a craft to me. It is a voyage into my imagination The craft happens when I look at the trip I have just devised and make someone else thrill to it as I do.
I can live without those perks. I cannot live without writing it all down.