The second part of the statement of poetics written many years ago included the reason I write.
Of the many reasons I write, comes the desire for order.
Life is chaotic. Many things are not only out of our control, which I can live with, but happen without explanation; the lack of reasoning is challenging for me to accept.
Sometimes I write stories to understand. Therefore, I write stories to order my universe. To put life in terms I can understand.
I read a story many years ago about a child who died from cancer. How does such a precious gift leave us so soon? I wrote a fairy tale called Seeds (never published). The story could never explain or give an answer to such a sad happening, but it did give life to a little girl I never knew.
Of all the reasons you write, can you narrow it down to one or two? Share here or one of the social media accounts.