A good question was asked on the “open-mic” I posted about recently, and I thought my answer was something I wanted to say on my own blog: “When I was little, I loved to read, and I started writing stories that aped my favorite writers. As I got older, I wrote poetry because I wanted to be able to say things without having to explain what it “meant” other than the sheer imagery and nuance of the words presented as they were. Eventually, I started writing non-fiction because I was studying philosophy in school and realized I had some things to say of my own.
Nowadays, I just write because it is what I do. I can’t not do it. When some buffer room showed up in my life financially, I did some research and found out that I could do the freelance thing and make a real living, so that is what I have been doing. What do I want to do with my writing…well, I want to get paid to do what I do already and couldn’t stop doing if I wanted to. Artistically, I want someone else, somewhere, to feel like I did when I was 16 and read “Siddhartha” by Herman Hesse. I realized I had been changed, that nothing would ever be the same again, and I felt so grateful to the book that it brought tears to me eyes.”
That about sums it up