And also 'cause it's my day job, but never mind that

Apparently it's the National Day on Writing, so there's a #whyiwrite hashtag going around. My first try was something like, I write because the people and places I spend so much time dreaming about deserve to be made real. But then I realized that was just why I write fiction (very little of which has seen the light of day, I know, I know, I'm working on that), and I think even if I were to abandon that and give up on that dream of making something beautiful, I'd still be scrawling reams of this kind of thing, and rambling about the show last night and about fixing my bike, and loosing the occasional volcanic broadside about whatever those assholes did THIS time, etcetera and cetera.

So the more complete answer is more like, I think I write because my brain is incomplete, and there are thoughts that I can't think until the moment I write them down. My thought process is partially external, and I just can't use the whole of it unless I write.

That's more selfish than a lot of the posts I've seen so far, and it makes me sound kind of deranged to boot, but... SHRUG! You go to war with the fabricated justification you've got, not the fabricated justification you wish you had. ...No, wait.

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Also. That Mongol 800 album came up on my iPod on the ride in this morning, and then the fall sunlight was really bright and the whole lot of it together just reminded me of Minneapolis so much it made my chest hurt a bit. I mean, in a good way. You know.