I Write Because I Am




For the last week of the Warm Fuzzies Blogfest, we are posting about what makes writing worth it. Why do we write, when a lot of times we have to go back and redo everything or get critique from others of how not good our writing is!

For me, I write because it's just a part of who I am. I've been scribbling stories since I was little--since before I could even write discernible letters! I would doodle and scribble on the bottom of a page and draw a picture above it, then walk around showing it to my family and telling them what my "story" was. I used to closet away in my mom's room with the old-school computer in there and write. Stories about witches, about roller skating, whatever.

So my answer? I Write Becuase I Am. I exist, and writing is in my bones, and I have stories crawling along my brain, waiting to be told. I write because it's therapeutic for me, and because it's just plain fun. And I write because I would love to walk into Barnes and Noble one day and see my book on a shelf.

Here is a blurb from a project I'm querying called Where Are Boys From, Uranus? that makes me warm and fuzzy (and makes me chuckle every time I read it, I love it):


I pull on the green, tissue paper and open the jewelry-sized box to find a cheap mood ring with a peace sign in the center.
            “Oh, it’s beautiful!” I say, slipping it onto my pinky, the only finger it fits. It takes on an amber color. “According to this,” I say, staring at the card that comes with it, “I’m anxious and unsettled. Huh. I don’t feel unsettled.”
            “Let me see,” Chravis says. He ignores Bailey’s smile and the fact that he bumped her mid-reach. I pull the ring off and hand it to him. Bailey leans closer to him than is necessary, but he doesn’t move away.
            Chrav keeps his black eyes on the ring. After a few moments he asks, “What does deep purple mean?”
            I look at the tiny card and snort. “You are happy, romantic, or passionate,” I answer with a snigger. Immediately, both his and Bailey’s cheeks flush the same color of crimson.
            Bailey and Chravis? Really? That’s definitely unexpected, considering how she pronounced herself on the We Hate Boys side and I never thought there was any hope for Chravis at all. But they just stare at each other.
            “Here, let me see it again.” I pull the ring off the tip of Chravis’ fat pinky. He doesn’t even notice that I touch his hand. I slip the ring back on. Slowly the colors muddle and land on black.
            Black…………………………..Very Stressed.
My brows crease. I’m not very stressed. I’ve actually been having a great time until I put the stupid mood ring on. In fact, it’s stressing me that the ring says I’m very stressed! I think I’ll let the ring determine what mood the garbage is in when I get home.


(5 points for blogging, 1 for Twitter)

What about you? Why do you write?

19 comments

Cassie Mae said...

Beautifully said! :)

Karen Akins said...

My answer sounds kind of psychotic, but I write to get the voices out of my head. lol

Kate Larkindale said...

Nice work! I write because I have to. I'd be a stark, raving looney if I didn't put those words down on paper. Or, as most of the people around me might say, I'd be more raving looney...

Cassie Mae said...

Lol, I didn't see the little blurb before and it totally made me chuckle. :)

Cortney said...

@Kate and @Karen-I'm right there with you guys!

@Cassie-I actually forgot to tag on my blurb and added it after your first comment. Thanks for stopping back!

Sarah Pearson said...

I love the little snippet. It made me smile :-)

A.E. Martin said...

definitely relate to your reasons for writing, and your scene was cute, love that a simple mood ring said so much

Juliana L. Brandt said...

"I have stories crawling along my brain, waiting to be told." So true!

I love that last line, hilarious!

Deana said...

I so loved this scene! And the fact you write because you are. What a perfect way to describe it:)

catherinemjohnson.wordpress.com said...

I loved the 'stories crawling about in my brain' line too!

I used to have a mood ring so I totally resonate with this scene. Your story sounds fab and you are very good at showing rather than telling. :)

Patricia Lynne said...

Love that scene, love the last line. I make jewelry and I actually have color changing beads I use to make moods rings.

Jessica Therrien said...

Haha...that last line got me good. I loved it!! Your MC has a great internal voice.

Morgan said...

Eeeeee!!!!! I've read this whole story and LOVED it!!!!

You rock, Cort... and yeah, we write because we have to. (I know, I know, a tad cliche, but it's the TRUTH!) Great post ;)

Cortney said...

Yay, thanks everybody!! :D Patricia, that's so cool that you made mood rings! And Morgan, you're an awesome beta pal!!

Kim Van Sickler said...

Oh those mood rings! Mine always read black half the year because I live in a cold climate and my appendages are always freezing. Keep writing that good stuff!

Jess said...

Haha! I love it! Mood rings are always such a laugh, but that last line sealed the deal. Brilliant!

Kelley Vitollo said...

Lovely post! Really loved the scene you shared as well. Great job.

Juliana L. Brandt said...

Ahhh!! Cortney, the blog looks amazing!! Congrats =D

Cassie Mae said...

Your blog looks AWESOME!!! Yay!

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