What is the Point of Writing?

I find myself muttering the words I often challenge when my students say or write them: “What is the point of writing?” I think of the near-infinite universe of the Internet and the infinite number of words it carries. How many more times can there be a lyrical description of a sunset? How many more confessions of crazed childhoods are enough? How many more deft metaphors do we need?

Minus caffeine, I had written “daft metaphors”, but caught it in time.

I feel a responsibility to answer the question: ”What is the point of writing?” But I feel a greater responsibility not to. I can only answer for myself, but only you know your answer to that question.

So, my sister and brother writers, “What is the point of writing?” I’m not going to beg you to respond, though I’m tempted to. But, I ask you to consider if your writing needs your devotion? Only you know the answer to that.

Prompt: Dear writing (or Feared writing or both), What do you want from me?

I am going to use that prompt as well. Meanwhile, the light outside the trailer window is gray-green, I step outside and take a long slow breath. There is delicate rain on my face. I am able to go slowly down the steps and out to the glistening road. I wish I could tell you that all of that was enough, but I am human. Perhaps you understand.