Why write?

Sure, I could write a bunch of psychoanalytic bullsh*t about the reasons I continue to write or a cheeky diatribe on the obsessive and relentless compulsion to play with words every single day, and it would make excellent copy and satisfy you. But the truth is, why I write is not terribly complex.

I have forever held a passion for:

feeding people
and
feeling loved.

When thoughts become written words that nourish or comfort or evoke emotion, you and I are suddenly joined. And feeling truly joined and truly heard has always felt like love to me. So I write.

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