Why do I write?

I write because I love to write.  Recently though, writing has become extremely therapeutic too.

For a while my mind went blank, not because I had nothing to say. On the contrary. It might have happened to you, when sometimes you have much to say but very little with which to say them. Well, I've been trying to look beyond the horizon and explore new ideas and topics to write about, but this time is one of those moments when words seem to fail me.

I'm glad that Virginia Woolf rescues me by putting my thoughts to pen when she said: "I must be private, secret, anonymous and submerged as possible in order to write." I've always been a private person in so many ways. I still am, but somehow, about five years after the millennium few things within and some ways I relate to others relaxed when I started writing seriously.


So, why do I write?  And I don't mean just any kind of writing. What I mean is creative writing, one that comes from the heart and my creative juice.  Horace summarised in part my answer and I'd like to quote what he said in Latin, one I've learnt ages ago...

spatio brevi spem longam reseces;
dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas;
carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

~ Horace, Roman Poet ~

Translated in English: "... from the short space of life you should exclude distant hopes; for while we speak, the envious hours are passing away; seize the day, trusting little as possible to what comes after."  Thanks, Horace, for putting words into my thoughts to pen.  An inspired pen certainly would want to capture these moments, these passing hours, and put them to paper.

I write because I love to write. I write because it satisfies a need. I write because it fulfills a purpose.