Maybe I write because I watch. I’m an observer who frames scenes, a mental photographer, would-be painter. Art takes time. I work day gig, so flash memoir appeals to me.
The longer version of Why I Write:
What I observe about my writing is that my process involves amassing thoughts and many scribbled pages on a subject that is pressing on my attention. If I am to write, I have to produce a great deal of what Don Murray so charitably calls, “discovery drafting” before I can get a clue about even the form, let alone clarity of purpose.
So, revision is, for me, one big gruesome butchering, a slaughter. In a more vegan mode, I simply disregard everything I’ve written and get a new, organic piece of recycled paper and write off the topic, trusting that the background I need was provided in the carcass of the first draft. And then further “revision” is simply constrained by the deadline.
I write because I have to and I don’t know where to get a sponsor. I write because I have this nagging sense that I have something to say.
I write in absolute fear of rejection. It is exhilarating to learn that something I’ve written, “spoke” to someone else’s experience. And really, in profound respect for Don Murray, how else will I find out what I really think?