I write because there are stories and I am their captive.
I write because my mother taught me to read, which means I write because of Dr. Seuss and Franklin W. Dixon (or whatever her real name was) and Roald Dahl.
I write because of Mark Twain and Kurt Vonnegut, Jim Murray and Hunter S. Thompson, Jack Kerouac and Woody Allen, Paul Hemphill and Jo Carson, and my wife (my daughter, too, because she is a writer), and my parents and my siblings, and every writer whose work I’ve read, every one. I write because you’ve inspired me, scared me, lifted me up, let me down, bummed me out, showed me the way, led me astray, given me wings, made me laugh, bored me, thrilled me, whispered in my ear and smacked me upside the head.
I write because there were two or three professors who really mattered, even if a sheepskin didn’t. Live. Love. Write. They were right. So, I quit school to live and love and write. I wouldn’t suggest that for everyone, including my own children, but it was the write thing for me. I write because it is the best use of my time, which I lose track of when I’m writing.
Writing sets me free and keeps me grounded. Writing shows me the wide world and the basement of my soul. It loosens me and stresses me and brings me joy. Writing is proof of living.
I write because it is the only way I know how to provide for my family. I write for me and for you, because so much has happened already, and something is always happening, and something else might, and that’s why I write.
I write because there are stories.
BIO: Jerry Grillo lives in Sautee Nacoochee, Georgia, with his wife Jane and their son Joey (their daughter Samantha is living, loving and writing in Michigan). Jerry earns his keep as executive editor for Georgia Trend magazine, which means he is basically a senior writer who has the pleasure of writing on a wide world of topics, including but not limited to: flying robots, rock and roll, environmental issues, energy, lawyers, brewers, baseball players, CEOs, horse racing, birth and death. He also works as a freelance magazine writer and a playwright. Find out more at his oft-neglected blog, fourcrickets.wordpress.com