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If You’re Truly A Writer

Then write.


Write because you have to,

And write because you want to.


Write because somebody told you you couldn’t,

And write because somebody told you to go for it.


Write because your heart it broken,

And write because it’s starting to heal.


Write because you love your life,

And write because your life exists.


Write because of the bumps in the road,

And write to soften their blow.


Write because you lost your temper,

And write because we have, too.


Write because you’re an accomplished individual,

And write because you’ve got more to give.


Write because a relative died,

And write because they would want you to.


Write because your child was born,

And write because they’ll need your sanity.


Write because you can’t express your emotions,

And write because your emotions can’t handle anymore.


Write because you’re hungry,

And write because the hungry need you.


Write because you’ve tasted your tears,

And write because those tears are temporary.


Write because you’re rich,

And write because your wealth doesn’t define you.


Write because you’re fighting with your best friend,

And write so you don’t say something you’ll regret.


Write because you’ve hit the bottom,

And write to build the steps back up.


Write because you have a story,

And damnit, write because your story matters.


Writers lead different lives than the rest. Their words often come out better when they aren’t spoken, and that’s okay. Writers come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and genders. Every writer has a different reason for writing. They all have different inspirations. Their reason for writing doesn’t matter, and their reason might change. What’s important is that they keep writing no matter what the situation or challenge.

Why I Write

The title of this post pretty much explains what it will be about, but not the whole story. I know different people have different reasons for why they pound out stories, but I figured I would tell you mine.

Without getting into too much of my past, I’ll just say that its been bumpy. I have a bachelor’s degree in political science and a master’s in teaching. Long story short, I’m not teaching.

I have always wanted to try to write a book, but I figured that I wouldn’t be successful even if I tried. How could I, a boy from South Carolina, put something down that people would want to read?

Then I decided, I don’t care if you want to read it or not. No offense, but the stories in my head are mine. If you like them, then I will be overjoyed. In other words, I’m not counting on monetary success. Success for me is finishing a story. If you don’t like the stories, then at least I was able to get them from my head and onto the screen.

The thing is, I become attached to the people I write about. I didn’t know that would happen, but it did. As I finish my first book, I feel like I’ve built actual people. In fact, changing the littlest thing about them makes me feel like I am destroying a part of them. To me, that is success. It sounds strange, I know. But if I have created something that matters that much to me emotionally, then I’ve done what I set out to do.

This is all a new experiment for me. I will have the first book, Journey of the Kings, out on Amazon within a month or so. It will be the first of a few in the series. If it works, great! If I sell a thousand copies, I will throw a party (on the whole hundred dollars it makes me). If it sells one or two, then I’ll thank my mom and dad for giving the book a shot. Then I’ll write the next part anyway.

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