You know, I love to write. To me, it has something to do with arranging words in a rhythmic, poetic flow. The problem, however, is that I hate the process of writing; the time it takes to consume you in a different world, just to come back to the real world. I hate the fact that you sit and stare at a blank computer screen and no words pour out or there just isn’t anything to say.

My biggest fear about writing has always been what others thought of what I wrote. I love to show people the work I’ve done. Whether it’s a short story or just simple thought’s that I’ve had on my mind and need someone to read it and gauge with feedback. But then, how will they feel about it? Whether they’d say it was stupid or highly improbable or something heart breaking, isn’t that the point?

Who would have thought, that my petty fear is actually the true purpose of writing? The whole purpose of writing is to push the envelope, destroy the boundaries, and get people to start the conversation. Sometimes, I have to just say, “I’m doing it my way.” Sometimes, it’s necessary to coax the public, the reader, the viewer, just to simply tell them, “fuck you” for no rhyme or reason. Just that you can.

The simplest reason for why I write is so that you can think and feel. Not to think that what I say is believable or what I say is right. In fact, I want to inspire you to seek out the fallacies, the inaccuracies, the grammatical errors, and the intangible. I want you to read the various sides of me so that you may like me, hate me, understand me, side with me, and disagree with me. I want to bring out all these emotions and make you think about why you feel that way. 

So that is why I write… 

-Stebs