Why I Write

Thank you to Corinne at Write Tribe for the fun writing prompt!!

     Ironically I haven’t done a whole lot of writing lately so this prompt couldn’t have come at a better time for me.  A few of you have wondered if I dropped off the world.  In a way I did.  My computer decided to die a slow and agonizing death and then money wise, May was a bad month in my neck of the woods.  Money was short.  It became a little more important to pay for food and the house payment than post here.

        Since then I toyed with the idea of simply deleting my blog.  The question of why I write flew around my noggin like loose marbles.  I don’t write because I have any ideas that I am the next Danielle Steel waiting to be discovered.  I never had a burning desire growing up to publish something someday.  However, I love the community of friendly bloggers I discovered.  I love the interaction.  I also love the opportunity to vent and let my imagination run wild.    Let’s face it, I can be right down bat shit crazy and writing is a great vehicle to express and nurture that tendency.

       So in a nutshell, I need a vehicle to express myself and writing provides that with no holds barred.  It is safe.  I can be me without people wondering why.  Correction, I can be me and not see the amused disapproving glances shot my way.  It is perfectly acceptable to go ape shit here and laugh until I pee my pants.  On second thought, I kind of do that everywhere and in every situation anyway because I am skipping through mental pause and am half past give a shit.   I just have a place to document it here.  It doesn’t matter where I go I always notice how pious everyone else is.  People walk around looking like they just sucked a lemon or have a broom stuck up their ass sideways.  I am the crazy one that smiles at people I don’t know and am not afraid to laugh in public.  So why write?  I write to express myself, to vent, to connect with the outside world, and for the hell of it.