I never dreamt of writing, either. This past Thursday I was asked by one of my students the question, “Why do you like to write?”

I got thinking about it after our conversation ended and couldn’t remember ever having been asked the question before.

What I told this student? Writing wasn’t necessarily something I liked to do. I had to do it. Was compelled to. Couldn’t fully feel whole until I at least had tried setting down in words some conflict, set of ideas, description or scene. What stories and poems came out of these bouts might rightly be called happy accidents.

For sure I know I’ll do this the rest of my life, no matter whether the work resonates with others.

Great post, my friend. Looking forward to joining the conversation here on Medium.