Why do I like to write?
Is it because I can plant a seed of life that no one else can?
Watch it grow until it blossoms or develops into fresh fruit?
Eat it and feel proud that I had grown something so delicious?
Or give it away and watch someone else take a bite?

I can control what seed I want to plant,
where I want it,
when I it.
I can choose how much water or words I feed my seedling.
More importantly, I control how it starts.

Do I like writing because I can decide on how
and where I want my seed to grow?
With writing, I can create and destroy life with a flicker of my pen.
I’m playing God with my own creations--
giving birth to my characters.

Does directing how the story will end have anything to do with why I like writing?
Deciding on how the plant should be used?
Whether to cut the blossom and add it to a bouquet,
or to leave it be and watch it become something more.
I have reached the climax;
it’s not only the character’s decision,
it’s also mine.

Is it because I want to prove to myself how great I am that I write?
That I can help this seed become a beautiful flower?
Wanting to feel successful at something?
That way, many years from now, I can look back and say,
“I faced many storms with my silent friend
and not once did I think of quitting.”

Why do I like to write?
I like it because I have the power to
control,
decide,
and direct
the story to make it the ripest it can be.
It’s that feeling of pride when you take a bite
or share your fruit with others.
It’s accomplishing a task you longed to complete.
I like to write because I am the Creator.
It’s my world,
my reality,
my life.