Why do I write? I’ve never really given the subject much thought. Well that is until today. I’ve thought about it a great deal. What conclusion have I come to?

I suppose I could come out with all the old clichés … ‘I write to express myself!’ … ‘I need to leave a presence!’ … ‘I have a burning desire to be famous!’ … ‘it is just something I need to do!’ … ‘I do it for art!’ None of them are true of course. If I had to analyse it, I would probably would have to admit, that I write just for something to do. There’s no deeply buried reason for writing, I just do it when I want to. It’s not even a hobby. I will one day just have an idea and then I write it down. I mean of course, record it on my word processor, my handwriting skills are not something to be proud of.

I have never been what you might call a committed writer. I don’t set deadlines or anything like that. You can probably see from my posts here, that there is no set time frame for my blogging. It is basically when the fancy takes me, and that applies to my writing also. So what kind of writer does that make me? I don’t think that’s my call.