Road Trip Wednesday on YA Highway asks a reading or writing related question each week, and invites bloggers to give their own unique perspectives. This week’s question:

What’s your numero-uno reason for writing?

Writing gives me a voice.

A few nights ago, my family was sitting around a fire outside. My boys wanted to tell ghost stories, and my husband said, “You’re the writer. Tell us a scary story.”

Oh, and that should be simple for a writer, shouldn’t it? After all, we make up stories every day. But I struggled to think of a story I’d heard from someone else, much less made up myself, and even then I was pretty sure I wouldn’t tell it the right way. (It reminded me of the episode of Dexter where he told the kids a scary story, and that certainly didn’t seem appropriate.) Some people are amazing verbal story tellers, and those same people tell jokes with great punchlines. I am not one of those people.

I’m the type of person who thinks back on conversations, especially heated ones, and regrets what I said. Not because I said something I didn’t mean, but because I couldn’t manage to say what I actually felt. I’ll think about it for days or weeks, until I finally come up with exactly the right words. Of course by then, it’s too late.

Writing is the antithesis of that. Because I am in control of the story, the conversation with the reader, and I get to spend hours or days or weeks getting a paragraph just right, to say exactly what I want it to say. And I don’t even have to let anyone enter that conversation until I’m ready, and I invite them.

Now I’m going to sneak in a second reason. I am a daydreamer. I don’t daydream about myself, though. I daydream about people who I’d like to know, and what would happen to them in crazy situations. (Let’s call them characters.) But if I walked up to someone in Starbucks and said, “I had the craziest day dream the other day, about this girl, who…” I have a feeling they would hightail it for the parking lot. So instead, I tell their stories on paper. And I love them. All of them. Even the naughty ones. (I loved Kristin’s post last weekend on loving all your characters.) If I didn’t have something to say, I guess it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t have a voice. But I do have stories to tell, and I would like readers to meet my characters and love them as much as I do.

How about you? Why do you write?

Music for this week: Refer to yesterday’s post 🙂