Yay!

I'm very happy indeed that the blog Why We Write will continue even though the writers' strike is over. But reading these fabulous essays week after week demands that I ask why I write. And I don't have an answer. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?

Why, indeed, do I write? Presumably because I think I have something to say. Because I've gotten praise for my writing from people I look up to. Because it's something I do, if not with ease, at least with a feeling that this is natural and right for me to do. Because I want to give people the fun, the opportunity to think, the refuge from a lonely childhood, the inspiration to an adventurous life, that reading gave me.

I'm hoping those are reasons enough, and that I have the skill to sustain them.