I have begun querying for In The Shadow of Fate, and as I thought of what would happen in the case of rejection (and the rejection letters have indeed come), it made me think about why I began writing in the first place - other than the fact that I was bored and somehow ended up with a 500k word first draft(I should have dated or watched movies or whatever it is normal kids do after finishing high school).
Anywho, so I was thinking and somehow that ended with me uploading the whole book on a blog. It would be good, awesome actually, if I ended up getting paid for my writing and on some bestseller list but is that all? Say I get published but some part of the message I wanted to get out there has to be cut out? It has made me a lot more free with my writing. I am not anxious about if most, if not everyone, will like my work. I know it's not perfect, and I'm not writing for myself, at least not entirely. I doubt anyone identifying as a writer writes entirely for themselves. My head still feels muddled, and my fingers uneasy, like there are words still trapped in me. But it's 11:43 pm and I'd have been asleep if it weren't for the fact that I am not (it's one of those nights).
Anyway, why do I write? Because I'm bored, or because I want be renowned, or for the dough, or— Why do I write? Why do I do anything I do?