My Answer to the Question, Why Do You Write
Who Am I
I have a number of flip and interesting answers to this question, but since it is my birthday today I decided to sit and write a serious response to the question, “Why do you write?”
Since I am being fairly serious about this I decided to give you a bit of a look into who I am. As I mentioned earlier, today is my birthday. For those in need of statistics, I was born on the third anniversary of the Normandy invasion.
I started out this morning cleaning up the kitchen. I didn't get it totally clean, but I stacked dishes, cleared the counter and dealt with a lot of trash. Mostly I did this to fix my wife's breakfast. Yes, it is my birthday. I fixed her some tea, fried country potatoes, bacon and orange juice. No toast today, we were out of bread.
Why would I spend my morning cleaning up the kitchen and fixing my wife's breakfast? Because in the summer of a number of years ago, she suffered what could have been a fatal heart attack. After a few moments of panic, I called 911, and even though I did not know how to do CPR, a 911 operator worked with me and walked me through keeping my wife alive while I waited for the paramedics. It was the longest ten minutes of my life. At the hospital, they were not overly optimistic about her outcome, but the next morning she was sitting up in ICU and asking “What happened?” It was the most incredible moment of my life when I walked in. Nurses and doctors were amazed she was as alert as she was. She has been recovering ever since, and although she still has Atrial Fibrillation, she is with me every day and it is a delight to make her breakfast every morning.
A Story Teller From the Past
What does this have to do with why I write. She knew when I was younger, I was a frustrated writer. I chose to work in computers as a programmer analyst and provide a decent living for my family rather than be a frustrated starving writer. So in my thirties until not long ago, I put my passion on hold.
Since I was now her primary caregiver, and semi-retired, she said that I should start to write again. Keep in mind, I had been writing, but it was white papers and documentation on software and hardware. Not a lot of room to use my imagination.
By nature, I am a story teller. My roots are Celtic on both sides of my ancestry, and if I had been born a couple of thousand years ago I would have traveled from village to village and been a teller of stories, a minstrel. I would have built a campfire for the evening and as villagers gathered around I would have related news from other villages and when there was a sufficient crowd I would begin to weave my tales.
From the earliest play that I tried to write. It was a Perry Mason story in elementary school. It was terrible. To my latest book “The Case of the Jade Dragon”, no Perry Mason, Jonas Watcher, I am a teller of tales and writing is how I choose to do so.
A Minstrel by Trade
The flip answer, I write because I must, it is who I am.
I wait with my bag of stories to be invited in, that is if you dare.