Why We Write

February 9, 2008

Why We Write – Number 43: Compilation Day!

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Number 43

Today’s piece is a sampling of some less traditional submissions we’ve received.  We’ve gotten everything you can imagine and then some: poems, single sentences, top ten lists, you name it.  Here are just a few you might find inspiring. 

 

 WHY I WRITE:

 

My Dad wanted me to go into the heating and air conditioning business.

— Tom Flynn

 

For the money.  

— Gordon Whitey Mitchell 

 

 

THE TOP TEN REASONS I WRITE, by Dani Shear:

I write because if I didn’t, I’d end up having to interact with my husband and that could be disastrous for our marriage.

I write because if I didn’t, I’d have no excuse to go to Peets everyday.  Need I say more?

I write because if I didn’t, I’d end up stripping (or is it the other way around??)

I write because if I didn’t,  I’d have to give the gardener my “Writer’s Guild On Strike” extra large tee and then what the hell would I wear?

I write because if I didn’t, I’d have to learn to play the guitar, and that would really suck because I can’t get my hands to twist around those damn strings.

I write because if I didn’t, I’d have to play “Cinderella” to my 4 year old’s “Sleeping Beauty” more than I already do, and I’d end up putting a gun to either my head, or to Mr. Disney’s cryogenically frozen one.

I write because if I didn’t, I’d have to go back to acting, do the cayenne pepper/lemonade diet, get my first dose of botox and wait by the phone.

I write because if I didn’t, I’d end up watching “Keeping Up With The Kardashians” or that new mother/daughter reality show “Crowned”, and shot putting Dora’s Talking House through the flat screen.

I write because if I didn’t, I’d have my dignity back, and what fun is there in that???

If I didn’t write, I’d die.  Fade to White.

That’s why I write.  

 

 

I write because when I was a little kid, whenever it rained, my dad would go stand in the garage with the door rolled open and smoke Pall Mall cigarettes, drink beer, and silently watch it.  I would sit on the warm radiator by the kitchen window and silently watch him, imagining what he was thinking about.

— Matt Berry, Co-Executive Producer, “Desperate Housewives.”

 

 

As an indie filmmaker, I don’t have the budget for an entire essay.  So here, in four sentences, is the reason why I write:

Often I am overcome with passion for all things, yet this yields an odd loneliness, as few people have such excessive feelings.  But if I put them into words, somebody, somewhere, may find them familiar.  Knowing this, I am no longer alone.  Nor, I expect, are they.

— Stevie Long

 

 

Like you TV People, I write for humans through machines. 

I write because of an unshakable habit of being.— Ross Kerr

 

 

WHY WE WRITE is a series of essays by prominent – and not so prominent – TV and Film writers.  Conceived by Charlie Craig and Thania St. John, the campaign hopes to inspire and inform all writers.  If you’d like to comment, or tell us why you write, visit the Why We Write WordPress site or contact us at whywewrite@gmail.com.

 

 

3 Comments »

  1. Stevie – Your four sentences made me cry! I’ve felt the same way!

    Comment by Anali — February 9, 2008 @ 11:13 pm | Reply

  2. […] Matt Berry, Co-Executive Producer, “Desperate Housewives.” Quelle […]

    Pingback by The Acidbar » Rührend. — February 24, 2008 @ 5:03 am | Reply

  3. I don’t write for a reason,
    I write for a feeling,
    I write for love,
    I write for hate,
    I write for myself,
    I write for you,
    I write the words that mean the most to me,
    I write the words that hurt me,
    I write the words that help you,
    I write the words I write because I feel I need to.

    Comment by Tregg F. — February 24, 2008 @ 12:00 pm | Reply


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