Surprise! It’s National Day on Writing!
Understandably, you may not have known unless you work at a Writing Center, have an astute writing professor, or follow a member of the writing community on Twitter.
To commemorate the sacred holiday, I wrote this poem:
I write because it makes me a better writer,
which makes me a better reader,
which makes me a better thinker,
which makes me a better listener,
which makes me a better-better thinker,
which makes me a slightly better writer,
which makes me a better tutor,
which makes me a better student,
which makes me a better worker,
which makes me a better job candidate,
which will—hopefully—make me rich
enough to buy cookies and cream, Sharpies, and electricity
which will power my ability to write
a story that will make me stupid rich.
“Why I Write” by A Starving Writing Consultant- October 20, 2016
DISCLAIMER: This is not my best work, but I only just saw what day it was (thanks, Twitterverse!) and deadlines are less imaginary than unicorns.
Written by . . . a consultant who would prefer to remain anonymous.