Why?

That is a perplexing question.

Someone once asked me, "Why do you write?"

I thought about that for a minute or so and returned the question. "Why do you breathe?"

The answer to both questions was and is the same. "Because, I have to."

I don't write necessarily for the benefit of others. Much the same as you don’t necessarily breathe for the benefit of others. I write whatever it is that comes to me when I am writing. That is not to say I can not or will not do assignment writing it is just not the first type of writing I aspire to. I can write about the trees or I can write about the current state of political unrest in the world. But, again this is not what I aspire to. If you asked me what it is I prefer to write I would have to say I lean towards dark wit sprinkled with the all too obvious vein of humour. Not everyone will get my particular brand of humour and that is just fine by me. For you see, I do not make the sky blue. I just accept that it is blue today and tomorrow barring clouds it will be blue, again. As in I do not make the doughnuts I just eat them because they are there. And, if they are covered with chocolate and filled with crème even better!

You see I could take sides with my writing but as in life… I prefer to stand in the middle and watch the volley. Occasionally, adding more than my two cents. I tend to find the good in everything while poking at the bad just enough to keep it close to the surface. Remember I am just like you except I choose to write. I want the same things as you.

So, what is that? Simple.

“Whirled peas, gloves and sappiness!”