I’ve written about why I write. I’ve written about my insecurities in writing. The link below will keep me writing long after I get tired.
Most of the time I hear writers talk about the need to write the story of their heart. For themselves. Because the story won’t stop playing in their minds. It helps to be reminded that readers need writers to spin the stories that can give them a quiet escape.
I don’t know if it was because I am a woman or because I am mother, but I tend to put the needs of others before myself. Not only are there people who don’t have that problem, some people suffer from the exact opposite. They are extremely nice people, but of they really don’t want to do something they will pull out every excuse so they don’t have to. Imagined slights pave the way to ignoring the needs of others.
It’s been proven that people are happier when they are social. Doing something simply to bring someone else happiness, even if you are uncomfortable for a little while, can enrich your life.