Some people don't write. I can understand why. For instead of treating writing as leisure, they treat writing as a form of work. There's some truth in that, when somebody writes his mind is in constant tension. The brain flexes and moves, transforming abstract ideas and thoughts into concrete, continuous prose.
It may be a line on a piece of wood pulp, or it may be paragraph after paragraph on a liquid-crystal display. But it's still work.
Sometimes, I really wonder why I write. Is it because my brain is addicted to work? I doubt so, my brain is a lazy piece of meat. Is the combination of all fours aspects of language: syntax, semantics, pragmatics and phonology really that therapeutic?
No, not really. I think it's because it's illegal for me to kidnap large groups of people and command them to act at my heart's content. That's why I write.