As Rose mentioned, why we write is part of a journey. The journey really. If I always questioned "what's in it for me?" I'd never stop to see the beauty in the art of "just doing."
But, let's examine the question as this question often follows the other one --why write?
What in it for me?
Fame--being recognized by many and having good seats at a game would be a few perks I am sure, as would publicly airing my laundry
Fortune--money would be up there at the top, because let's face it, if you don't have the money to DO anything, you are still just a poser. So "give me money (that's what I want)"
Public recognition--I would love to quit my day job and sit in a room typing and have that be considered a worthy endeavor, instead of a hobby.
Be coined "a real writer"--not like those fake ones you see typing in an empty room or coffee shop.
What's REALLY in it for me right now?
Well, certainly not fame or fortune, and I am still at work....so coining myself a real writer is really where it's at. I am just learning to form the words--I am a writer--without immediately making excuses for it. And, maybe next in line of importance is the fact that others around me are also taking me seriously as a writer.
So, bottom line?
I write because I am a writer.
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