Why We Write
We write because we dream.
We write to express grand concepts and share our schemes.
We write to ease the pressure of frustration, the burdens of anxiety, the strains of society.
We write because we’re happy or sad, joyful or mournful. In love or lust.
We write to protest or to kick a fuss.
We write to end wars, and we write to start fights.
We write for justice, equality, and animal rights!
We write to free our minds and thoughts, to exorcise our demons and escape the lost.
We write because we’re smitten by passion or entangled with hate.
We write because we were born to create.
We write to learn, to teach, to entertain, and sow.
We write to free the captive and capture our soul.
We write because we’re vegans and anarchists, prophets, vanguards, and visionaries; the day’s unsung heroes and heroines; witches and wizards, werewolves and vampires, the villainous strays of conformity. And any other damn thing we like to be.
And we write because… because we have to.
Because they need us to.
Whatever euphemism is used…
Meat is murder.