Charlie Stross, whose Accelerando you should have already pre-ordered because it’s just that good, goes into some detail as to how it is he’s able to write (short answer: life experience and luck) but is mystified as to the reason why he writes, and says: “If you find it, be sure to tell me?”
Well, Charlie, from my point of view, the answer is obvious: You write to entertain me. Perhaps this is not an existentially compelling reason, and if I am suddenly hit by a train you may be left in the lurch. But I feel confident that there will be numerous other people just as happy to have you write to entertain them as well. So you’re covered. And isn’t that a relief.
I am happy to say I do not have Charlie’s difficulty in answering the question as to why I write. I write for the following reasons, which I present in no particular order:
1. I write because it’s fun.
2. I write because I get paid.
3. I write because I’m pretty good at it.
4. I write because most other jobs I could do constitute actual work.
Chronologically, these reasons appeared in the following order: 3,1,4,2 — Early on I realized I had the facility for writing, then I realized it was fun, then I realized I should probably get as good as I could at it because I didn’t much like the idea of having to do anything else for a living, and then I managed to convince someone to pay me for it. These days all of these reasons are in play, in varying percentages at any one time.
These reasons don’t answer the question of why I, of all people, should be able to write both professionally and with relative ease, which may be what Charlie was aiming at. As to that, well, who can say? Some people are naturally athletic, and a subset throw fastballs. Some people are naturally musically apt, and a subset play a mean guitar. Some people naturally have a facility for self-expression, and a subset exhibit that through writing.
I suspect I was born with a gift for writing; I don’t spend much time worrying about the provenance of the gift, since that seems a little like tempting fate. I’m just glad I have it and I work to develop a measure of craft to go along with that gift. That way if the gift ever gives out (and who knows? It might), I’ll have craft to fall back on.
But again, I don’t spend all that much time dwelling on the philosophical aspects of why I write. Mostly I just write to have fun. And to make mortgage payments. But mostly, for fun.