Chuck Wendig (author and author guru) posted another challenge at his website, Terrible Minds, and it sounded…well, not exactly like fun in the way of the previous one…but fun in an important, know thyself sort of way.
And so here it is: 1,000 words (exactly!)
Why do I write?
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have some sort of writing implement either in or at hand. I squiggled my fingers through paint and pencilled loops and wavy lines on scraps of paper. “What did I write?” I’m sure I asked my parents. Frequently. Insistently.
I bashed on typewriter keys with the same intent. “Quertyuiop” (pronounced “Kwer-tee-YOOP”) was a longstanding joke between my dad and me. A joke with no run-up, no punchline other than the thing itself. My introduction to the wonders of mechanical word-setting. The key, wrought by my own little hands, to a magical land.