That is a question that I have never really stopped to think about. I have been told that I am good at it; but that isn’t a reason to enjoy it. We are often good doing things we don’t like.
Once on an episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” the crew rescued three people that had been frozen in the past until a cure for whatever ailed them could be found. One gentleman enjoyed partaking in recreational enhancements. When asked why, he responded, “it ain’t nothin’ but something to do.”
I do know that writing is much more than that for me. I was talking to my Dad about “retiring” one time but no matter how bad things seemed, I just couldn’t walk away. He said that was because I couldn’t, it was a part of me.
I do get to share things that interest me and relay news in a truthful manner.
Like music, writing is a form of expression and that in itself makes it an enjoyable task. But the truly expressive stuff is packed away in a bin and chances are will never be seen by anyone…at least while I am alive. Who knows what will happen to the volumes and volumes of journals once I am gone.
I often have difficulty in expressing the thoughts and feelings verbally, but writing enables me to express them in a cohesive manner.
Why do I enjoy writing???
I don’t really know; it’s like reading, sewing, crocheting, and music…it’s something I like to do.