Having just finished the arduous task of getting a book published, I am in the place of wondering why I write.
Winston Churchill once said “Writing is an Adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.”
Anyone who has ever taken on the task of putting thought on paper can agree with that understanding. However, I would add, once you fling it to the public, then you become a drooling idiot who tries to get people to read the thing you once loved so much.
I guess writing a book is like raising a child; you always love them, they make you very happy and cause you great pain. But in the end, you wouldn’t live life without them. If you want to visit my “children” Click here. While your there tell them I love them even if I grumble a lot.