The worst part was I could no longer accomplish many household chores and spent most of my time flat on the couch. In addition, I needed money. I was also incredibly bored; after all, how often can you play the same video game? Note: I have since learned that if you’re stuck in a hospital for over a month you can absolutely play a video game over and over.
What could I do, oh, what on earth could I do?
Most of my short stories were never finished or never saw the light of day. Most of my world-building is in a thick folder in a cabinet filled with wrinkled pages covered in scribbles. No one but me has seen inside that folder. Over the years, computers have changed. I no longer can use the 3.5 inch disc to pull up my old novel or the old short stories I liked but never finished.
So, here we are, years later. I’m stuck on my butt with practically nothing to do. My laptop monitor doesn’t work. I can’t sit at my computer desk. I have access to an iPad and an iPhone and an Xbox. Ha! I know I just made both Microsoft and Mac people cringe. Well, I have the checklist. I have the time. I have the interest. I have the required house feline. I have an awesome aunt who has been published, even if her writing is way better than mine. I have a fascination for reading. My love of reading inspired my love of a button I bought at a sci-fi/anime convention (did I mention I’m a total nerd?). It says, “Books breed like rabbits, bookshelves like elephants.”
Why do I write? Because I like words, I like stories, I love creating characters and I would like to get a paycheck for them. To reference Little Women, I have no illusions that I am going to write the next Great American Novel. I want to write stories people enjoy, and I would like to get paid to do so. Am I thinking I am going to end up with a full time writing career? Doubtful. However, here we are.
The TL:DR version of why I write. Like any job or career, it is ideal to get paid to do something you enjoy. And I like writing.