I write because from age three it has been imperative to my personality. I
must do it or become hopelessly ill and evil tempered. My relationships fair
better when I write regularly. Often, my family and friends worry about me
should I neglect writing for long periods.
My counselors and psychiatrist explain writing is very prominent as a tool
for my lasting recovery. I want this with tenacity, hence, I write.
The pleasure I derive from my work is reason enough alone. Nothing thrills
more than a workable phrase, and compliments boost my low esteem. Writing
balances me; it is my gift to me. Did I not write; I fear I would not long
last in this challenging world. Writing is freedom, without freedom the soul
languishes into a tepid shadow of itself. I want my soul strong, tragedy has
often dogged my steps, and writing gives me a chance of escaping such a quagmire.
Educating the young is one of my fondest goals. My writing informs me,
affording me greater flexibility when working with youth. This helps
maintain my devotion to the practice.
I love the elderly, writing is an excellent means to reach them, and so I
commit to it habitually. Letters to those I love are treasured and that
gratifies me. Reaching future generations delights me, and is one of our
Money is also a consideration. I hope to one-day support my family and myself via
the written word. Ever since I began writing, when I was three, this
has been one goal. I come closer to realizing it daily.
Why do you write? Is it so important what our answers are? I think not. The
vital thing is the process and the work. What it gives us is
consequential. However, it is nice to reap bountiful rewards through
Now, go write yourself, find your reasons for expressing your life through
the written word.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
May 17, 2000