How could I, a person who has been writing seriously for the better part of six years (and without much discipline for far longer), completely neglect to ask myself the reasons for which I do so? Now that I think about it, that seems exceedingly odd, and truthfully, I don't have an answer to that question. 

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The question I do have an answer to is the question of why I write. When I first considered the query, I knew that I wanted to avoid cliché; everyone writes to express themselves, but there's got to be more than that. As it turns out, exploring reasons for writing can make you feel pretty selfish. 

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Realizing the selfish nature of my writing habits has not been all bad. I have very few inclinations toward guilt as a result of this selfishness, and I can correct my course going forward. Being forced to reckon with the question of why I write has helped me come to that conclusion. 

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