My kids have asked me…….
My brothers have asked me….
Why do you write? Why do you have so many words in your head that you want to put on paper (or electronic paper in the era of blogging…..?)
To quote what is probably the most popular musical/show of our time, “Why do you write like you’re running out of time?” (That’s a topic for another day)
But it often brings to memory a story about my Dad and my Grandpa from when my Dad was a young kid. I don’t know how old he was, but let’s just say he was in elementary school and one Saturday, he was “helping” my Grandpa in the garage. Grandpa was a wonderful man and I love him to pieces but he never got above an 8th grade education and he wasn’t the most talkative person in the family. So, on this Saturday, Dad is helping Grandpa and asking questions, rumor has it, at the rate of approximately 5 questions per minute. Grandpa finally lost his patience and said, “HOWARD, why do you ask questions all of the time? Why can’t you be quiet and just work with me?” (Insert parental sigh that we all know.)
My Dad stopped what he was helping Grandpa with, looked at Grandpa and said, “But Dad, I’ve got questions!”
Why do I write? Because I’ve got questions and more often than not, writing either helps me find the answers or it clarifies the questions.
“Because I’ve got questions……”