Sylvia Plath said, 'We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves.' I write for the opposite reason. Every moment I spend in my mind, summoning words is a moment spent stretching. Sometimes it's a physical stretch. Sometimes it's a mental stretch. When I write, it's me untying the knot. It's me releasing the tension.
Some of what I write are just the summarized transcripts of conversations between my heart and my mind.
Sometimes I write because I want to. Other times I write because I must. Brent Weeks said, 'for a man who denies what is essential to his being is a man who drills holes in the cup of his own happiness.' More often than not, writing makes me happy. But more often than that, it makes me feel complete.