Today someone tried to argue with me that writing is pointless, that it would be so much easier to just say everything and eliminate writing completely.
I was rather unnerved, peeved even, that this person would try to say such a thing.
Words to me are everything, which is why I write.
I write for myself.
I write for others.
This is what I do, and I love what I do.
I found the argument didn’t last long since I wasn’t too inclined to hear them out; take that conversation somewhere else, but don’t try to argue about it with me.
I’m going to write no matter what you say.