Why do you write? (3)

... my publisher asked me.
I was at a loss for words. Why indeed? What do I have to tell that others can't tell twice as well? It is a confronting question even though he didn't mean it like that. He simply wanted to know what drives me, what my interests are, my ideas, what my passion is (I hate that word!) - that sort of stuff.
The wish to be free of obligations and endless repetition. The wish to find a pivotal experience and to go through it. The idea that only in myself can I find the release of all structures, systems and rules and all that. Freedom is inside. Outside is luxury that most people can't afford - a country house with four acres of land (which is what you need if you want to keep the neighbors at a reasonable distance). And even if you can, you'll still find yourself wanting an extra acre or an extra couple of rooms, a basement or a second house where you can be free of all the obligations of the first.
Ah, the life of plenty.
"Why do you write?" he asked me, and the answer is that I write to be free. It is a state of mind that I am looking for.
The next question of course is this: is that enough to write good stories? Stories that mean something to those who read them.
Probably not.
Surely not.
But at least I got to first base. I find the freedom. It says nothing whatsoever about what I write and why I write that.
A, claro, as one says in Spanish.