There's always something that drives someone to create. For some, it's money and fame. For most, it's a burning desire to share something from within yourself with others in the hope they'll like it, and the "voices" will be appeased. At least, that's what tends to drive me.
From the time I was very young, I've told stories or have written poetry. It was a "party trick" of sorts that I would have people give me a topic and I'd write them a poem in a short period of time. (Often in as little as five minutes.) I'd write these on napkins or whatever anyone had on hand. It was cathartic to get the words out and give them form even if it was briefly so.
I don't plan on being famous from writing a book or making a lot of money doing it. I just plan on enjoying the pursuit of creating something that I can claim as my own.
So what's my motivation? I just want to create, pure and simple. It's what I was born to do even if it's something that only a few friends and family care about. Besides, the "voices" are tired of being crammed into the recesses of my mind. They want out and they're kicking up quite a ruckus.
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