Two weeks ago I mentioned that I write because it’s rare that I find the kind of books I want to read. But that’s obviously not the only reason I write. Nor the main reason.
In the comments on that post, someone mentioned that they write because they must. I concur.
I write because I’m a storyteller.
I love history. To me it’s not simply a recounting of events. Imagining how real people felt going through the amazing events of history is like a movie in my mind.
I love the Bible. I don’t understand how anyone can find it boring. When I read it, tons of movie-like scenes spring to mind. I love to study culture, language, and geography to flesh our those scenes more accurately. And as a Pastor I love to teach what I’ve learned so that those pages come alive to those who hear.
I love to tell a story. It’s a part of who I am. Who God created me to be.
As such, there’s always a crazy idea bouncing around in my head. “What if” isn’t a question I must force myself to ask when it comes to creating stories. It’s a permanent way of thinking.
Some people see or hear things, and they’re inspired to paint. Others compose music. I turn to the blank page, which becomes fertile ground for the seeds in my mind.
I write because it’s who I am. There’s too many stories inside of me to not 🙂