Why I write.

Writing is kind of like the fizz in a carbonated soft drink. Sometimes, when I am shaken about by the various experiences of life, good or bad, I feel a pressure building up inside. Of course, I can bottle it up, and eventually it will go away, but if I open the lid, just a little, the fizz (the interesting part of the soft drink) will rise to the top and leak out. This is what it feels like to unleash my writing on the world. It gives the inner pressure an opportunity to escape and let itself (and me) be seen.
Sometimes, the pressure inside is so great that I open the lid a little bit (or a lot) more, and fizz goes everywhere in an uncontrolled release. Then when I look at what I have created, I am delighted. Most of the time, in those cases, I only vaguely remember what I have written, but it is usually good. Sometimes really good.
On all too rare occasions, the Fizz Muse falls on me fully, and I open the lid of the bottle completely. Then, great amounts pour forth, and for whatever period of time the Muse stays with me, I am astonished at what I produce. The most miraculous thing of all is that what I create in those circumstances is not only amazing, it is also quite well organized. Usually it even appears well thought out.
So I write and write, hoping for the fullness of inspiration that signals great leaps of creation. It happens rarely enough, but even the anticipation of it gives great joy. I hope my writing can give a sense of that joy to others.