Right now I'm reading Quit Your Day Job. In it, Jim Denney has caused me to do a little deep thinking (which is probably part of the reason why I feel so tired) by asking his readers why they write.
After reading this, I considered it for a time.
It can't be that I write for the money, because I haven't made any. (Well, not for a long time.) It can't be that I write for fame, because nobody knows who I am. It can't even be that I write because I have something deep to say, because nothing that I write is ever deep, unless it's by accident.
My conclusion is that I don't know why I write. I just write.
So this very short post (short because I deleted the deep part—it just wasn't me) is to ask, does anyone else out there even know why they write? Personally, I don't know why. I'm just compelled to, even though I've been a little road-killish this last month. (You'll have to check August's post if you want to know what I mean.) But the vultures don't have me yet, and I'm hoping that Jim Denney's book will help me get back in the game as a consistent writer before they do.
So happy Labor Day. May your labors in the world of writing be profitable ones.