Time For The Why

 

Here today we are going to ask why. I guess that would mean I am going to ask why. Or that would mean I am going to ask why that someone else asked. I guess why is just getting passed along. Why do you have to be so fickle why? Why am I talking to something that will never talk back? Unless Skynet comes into play and then why may talk back. Hmmm that probably still wouldn't work. I guess why is still crap outta luck. If there was such a thing as luck. Why must humans make stuff up? Why aren't I getting on with it yet? I better, huh? But why?

Albert Camus once said, “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” Flannery O’Conner said, “I write to discover what I know.” Authors across time and distance have had many reasons to write. Why do you write what you write? 

This one is easy. I write so the aliens will see I can spin a good tale and keep them entertained. Then they will only beam me up and not probe me or disintegrate me. Then they will see they are so good that they will give me ever lasting life and then I will bide my time and then wait for the right moment and then blow them all up. Except for my alien wife and our half alien babies. I'll save them. Then we'll steal a ship and go cruise around space for a few billion years. After that I may write a new book or two and come back to Earth and see if humans came back around again. 

So there you go. That is why I write. Not something is simple as because I have 1000s of stories in my head that want to come out. Nope. Never. It is all to survive the impending alien attack. I've got plenty of tinfoil saved in the closet just in case it backfires though. 

Why do you write? Why do you blog if you don't write? Why wouldn't that count as writing? Why must why ask so many questions? Are you ready for the aliens? Hey. No more make believe than luck. You won't be laughing when you are being probed. What? I'll go write another story now.

Enjoy life, forget the strife.