I’ve been feeling a little existential lately – probably has something to do with watching my kids grow up and realizing that I’m smack in the middle of full-fledged adulthood, even though I can’t believe that it’s so – and I’ve been dancing around with the question of why I write and why I’ve chosen this career. In many ways, I feel like this career chose me actually: I’d always been a “writer,” and through high school and college, teachers and professors suggested that I pursue it more seriously, but I never gave their comments much credence. After all, who on earth gets paid to write??? It seemed completely absurd. But, as good fortune would have it, after trying on several different professional hats, writing gigs slowly made their way to me, and over time, I was able to build a successful freelance PR and copy writing business that I then transitioned to magazine work. And from there, came fiction.
But I’ve digressed. As I said, I’ve been bouncing around with this question: why do I write? And I haven’t come to a simple answer. I’m not the primary breadwinner in my household, and if I decided to be a full-time mom, that would be okay with my husband, and yet, I choose not to. I choose to write. It is very much a choice. So, then, why? [Read more…]