I'm very curious about this question : why do you write? What is so appealing about it? How does it make you feel?

Okay - that's three questions, but they're centered around the same idea.

That's an easy one. A graphic artist can only show you his world. I can take you to mine, and let you experience it, feel it, and know the people that populate my world. You will know my character's hopes, dreams, fears, and triumphs. A painting, sculpture, or graphic image will only hold your interest for a very short time before you move on. I will hold your attention for days, weeks, months, even years. Perchance even a lifetime.

Through the written arts I have stood on the walls of Troy as the enemy crashed against the gates, and chased a mighty whale across the sea. I have fought pirates on an island with hidden treasure, and floated down a lazy river on a wooden raft. From the decks of a pirate galley to the bridge of a star cruiser, I have explored the universe.

There is no deeper, richer, more fulfilling form of art than that of a well told story. Since the dawn of humankind we have gathered around our storytellers to be taken on wondrous adventures.

"What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust."

Lord Byron

And this is why I write.

The Wolf

For me writing the story is an adventure in of itself. I write for an outlet of my imagination. I just started writing for more than my self. It is easy for me to get lost in my story(s). Initially I wanted to make it a graphic novel. Recently I decided to do paint with words. The feed back I have received has been, to say the least, very good. In one way it is funny, as I still get pictures in my minds eye. In order to keep continuity I will often change parts. Often I will have my own questions answered in relation to how/where am I going to make a right turn.

Oh.. thank you for your answers! Would anyone else like to contribute?

I guess I write because I am a repressed serial killer. Kidnap, torture and murder seem to be frowned upon in real life. I blame everything on my undead muse, Monique, who was brutally murdered some fifty years ago -- not by me, I hasten to add. Apparently, she was buried in a shallow grave somewhere in the grounds of my property. Occult horror is my chosen genre. I often wish I was a better CGI artist. A gory picture can emulate 1000 words of horror.

Why do I write?.... Why do I write... ? That's a good question. Perhaps it is to stave off the tendrils of madness that conspire to snake their way into the depths of my mind and rob me of hope... Or perhaps it is because I'm already mad, and those tendrils of madness are agents of my own doing, seeking to drive out something that I am not, but wish to be... Perhaps who I think I am is not the one I am, but many... Different voices and thoughts striving to be heard... Incarnations of one life or many collected over millenniums, each trying to share their story... Or perhaps yet, it is because I write for the same reason a wild animal flails its limbs when it falls into water... To live... But mostly I believe it is because I get bored easy and starting fires and riots is fairly illegal. I don't know... I was gonna roll a dice to decide the answer, but it rolled off the coffee table and under the sofa... there is a stabby gnome that lives under there, so I'm not reaching under there again... I'll just leave it up others to decide. Thats a good question though.

Mysteral posted at 10:01AM Fri, 04 March 2016 - #4256580

I guess I write because I am a repressed serial killer. Kidnap, torture and murder seem to be frowned upon in real life. I blame everything on my undead muse, Monique, who was brutally murdered some fifty years ago -- not by me, I hasten to add. Apparently, she was buried in a shallow grave somewhere in the grounds of my property. Occult horror is my chosen genre. I often wish I was a better CGI artist. A gory picture can emulate 1000 words of horror.

I used to have a muse too... She was a mean alcoholic and would often fall asleep under my car... Sadly, one day I backed over her on the way out... Actually, I was in quite a hurry and it was a '72 Pontiac Catalina with the 400 CID and four barrel holly carbs... and I pretty much floored it in reverse. It's very sad hosing muse particles out of your wheel wells and trying blast them out of the ground in muse streaks left on the asphalt. I got over it though.