Since I starting this whole "I'm a writer" phase of my life, I've contemplated the above question. Am I writing for myself? To give myself an identity, a hobby, an outlet? To have my moment to connect to the world? To be a part of a larger writing community and make friends outside my little immediate world?
Or am I doing it for my children? To leave them a piece of myself to pass down to their children? To show them it's okay to follow a dream? To instill a love of reading and writing in them? To give them a happy and fulfilled mother?
Or for other children? To share a story? Touch a life? Entertain?
I think the answer is all of the above. Yes to each question. I'm doing it for each of those reasons. Some of them are terribly selfish. Some of them are hopelessly idealistic. Realistic and unrealistic. And I love each and every reason. They are all me.