Why do we write?



This is a particularly interesting question – one that I’ve always felt myself asking. The more cynical part of my brain feels like the main reason is to escape from reality; maybe in the sense that we prefer the realities we create in our mind as oppose to the one we see reflected in front of ourselves.

This, however, is far too simplistic: it seems to paint all writers as miserable loners who sit in darkened rooms all day listening to The Cure and The Smiths. After all, it does not make sense if this is the only reason – I rationalised that escapism is probably part of why I love writing. The same can be said for millions of others, all of which, I am sure, have realised certain half truths as to their motivations. The fact that we still keep writing despite realising this shows that there needs…

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