I write because . . .

I read. I read what others write, and they inspire me to respond to them and to tell my own story. It’s a very reciprocal relationship between readers and writers, and readers who write and writers who read.

also, there is this:

I feel sometimes like I have the quietest voice in every room I am ever in.  People never hear me.  Except when I write.  My writing volume goes to eleven.  If I want it to.   But, there’s no need to raise my voice.  I can say a small thing, and it still means what it says, no matter how small I made it.  And you may not hear it if I said it out loud, but once you read it, its always there.

In writing, everyone can hear you whisper.


One Reply to “I write because . . .”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.