Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Why I Write

I sit here in the near dark, and wonder: why is it I pound away at the keyboard, creating scenes about people who never existed but in my imagination and my heart? What compels me to pour word after word on a blank computer page, even as my father's labored breathing fills the room, seems to tremble around me in time with my own pulse? I look up only when his noises stop, my body clutching at the sudden silence -- is this it? And after his breaths resume, it seems to me so pointless to write, there are so many reasons not to, especially now, when every second should be savored, remembered, never forgotten.

I write for many reasons: for joy of the word, the love of my imagination, to share stories, to make truths, to discover myself, to make meaning of an incoherent world, but now, late this night, I write madly because the sheer motion of putting down the words is the only act within my control.

Peace, Linda


  1. Thinking of you and yours, may you have peace in uncontrollable circumstances.

  2. We don't know each other. I chanced upon your blog. Please keep writing.
    Love and prayers from a total stranger!

  3. I know the feeling well, Linda. We are driven, because we can't be otherwise. Peace to you and your family.

  4. I'm holding you close in my thoughts.
    We all are.

    take care,


  5. There are so many reasons not to write - that's profound to me. It shows the depth of your passion.

    I also write for control. Turmoil and chaos always propel me to write more, because I get to decide what will happen, when, to whom...why.

    Excellent write Linda. Are you going to enter in the Why I Write at Editor Unleashed? I think you would do well.

  6. Thank you all for your well wishes. Sitting vigil while someone you love is dying is beautiful and hard. An honor. It has been an extremely emotional week... Peace, Linda

  7. Thinking of you friend. Good essay on writing. I think writing creates a perception--perhaps not a reality for most of us, but a perception--of leaving something indelible in the world. Our words will outlast us; more of a chance of that now than ever before. We live on through our words, as do those who enter our stories through characters, situations and scenes.

    Keep plugging away.