Why are you writing? That question takes longer.
Why write? Because I like visiting The Imperfectionists’ expats in Italy, because I’m enchanted by the lyricism and imagination of The Night Circus. Because NT Wright’s work uncorks my brain. Because Annie Dillard makes me think words strung into sentences woven into paragraphs is one of life’s great pursuits. I write because I want to be part of whatever books like these open up, make possible, conjure.
Recently, I was with an author friend, and we were drifting into talk about sales when he turned and said: I really want to get stuff out there, and have it do some good. That, too.
Why do you write?