No, I’m serious. The more I think about this, the less I understand.
And yes. I know that we wrote an entire essay in the beginning of the semester about “Why I Write.” And I figured out that writing does this; it does that. But why do so many humans—all over the world—feel the need to put up with the writing process. The painful first drafts, the seemingly ruthless peer-edits, and THEN the revision.
And yes. I know that I came to conclusions in that essay. I know that I write to figure things out. I write to learn. And I write to turn the rapid thoughts in my head into something tangible. But as I read things lately—anything from academic texts for class, novels for personal enjoyment, or articles online—I find myself dissecting it. I dissect the sentence structure. Then I dissect the paragraph structure. And then I ask myself, “Why?” Not why am I know crazy, but why do I care? Why do people do this? Most of the time I just fall back to this comic:
And yes. I understand that not everybody gets confused by these “meta-questions” that trouble me. Some—and maybe most—people write because they need to (and not in the John U. Bacon sense). But in the sense that they need to write a report. They need to propose a business plan. Or, more simply, turn in an essay for a class. But I think what gets me is that something needs to be said for the fact that so many outlets require written text. Why? It’s more than the fact that “it works.” Or because we need a business plan that we can follow. Why do we care?
And no. I’ll never know the answer to any of these questions.
Yet, for some reason, I will continue to write. And so will you.