Why we write

Writing is definitely a difficulty.
The sensation of staring to the blank sheet of paper or word document and not having a single clue what to write about, or experiencing so-called Writers' Block, is spectacularly dreadful. Yet, perhaps you do have an idea of what to write about, yet you don't quite know how to begin the story, or how to make the words evenly flow correctly.
People often ask me: "Brittney, what is the purpose of writing? Why do you write? Why would you care?" And my reply is normally a simple: "I don't know." And that is no lie.
Why do we write? With these plentiful difficulties surrounding our skin and squeezing the air from our chest so tautly, leaving us with questionable ideas and thoughts, why do we write?
Well, I like to think that it helps us express our emotions inside. Because when I am feeling saddened or let down, I write with a darkening and deep wanting to create a sad type of story. Yet when I am experiencing such happy emotions and thoughts, I write a poem of brightness and glee and joy. I don't necessarily express these emotions outside the world of my writing, so spilling them out onto my blank sheet of paper, I feel as if I had informed the world greatly of my thoughts spinning within my very bones and soul.
Writing helps me to feel as if I have lifted a giant stone from my ribs, and then I can breathe. Writing is more of a simple hobby or joy; writing is entirely my life.
So, even with this sensation of pressing pencil to paper or fingers to the keyboard remaining a stressful difficulty to most, including me, I couldn't stay a single day from this liking.
It reminds me of swimming. I'll admit that at most times, I am hating this sport. I grow out of breath quickly, and continue to glance at that large, blazing clock, hoping to end the class early or even give up. Yet two days from this underwater experience, I begin to miss it greatly. Just the very sensation of diving into the water and flying beneath the skin, gliding among the tight ripples and stroking with ease is enough for me to return for more and more and more.
This is equal to writing in most ways. It may not be equivalent to you, but to me, yes.
Writing is my spouse, I honestly envy to think. We fight plenty, and have our disagreements, yet then again, we can never stay far from one another without feeling lost and simply just pained.
This is why we write.

Hello, I am fourteen years old, also the soon-to-be author of the ebook novel, Onyx. I have started a blog to keep everyone updated on Onyx material, when it is published, where to find it, etc. Please enjoy!