My brain works in stops and starts. Heights of dizzying of inspiration and crashing lows of melancholic dullness. My memory is poor and my ideas last but for that single fleeting moment of creativity and then are forever consigned to oblivion. I write to preserve what little creativity I have, to not let those few moments of furious imaginings go to waste.
I like to think that I'm not alone in my creative stutterings, that other people have the same problem and that somehow, by sharing my own moments of inspiration I can inspire someone else, either to write themselves or to just be entertained.
Last of all, writing is a chance to explore my own creative meanderings to a hopeful conclusion, a chance to exercise my creative muscles in the hope that I'll be able to get over these stutterings of mine and be able to truly create something over the longhaul. Perhaps I write to train myself to be creative on-demand or at least in an environment where I wont be suddenly caught with out a pen or a laptop.
I've too many ideas that just disappear because I never took the time to do anything about them. That's why I write, to change that.
So, why do you write?