Create. Not for the money. Not for the fame. Not for the recognition. But for the pure joy of creating something and sharing it.
That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
I wrote that book anyhow, because I needed to write it for my own intimate purposes - and also because I was curious to see if I could convey my emotional experiences adequately on paper.
I write because, as wonderful as life is - and it is truly wonderful - it isn't enough. It does not, for example, contain dragons. I find this unsatisfactory. So I read. And I write.
I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.