This is just a Fast Friday quote, but my quick two cents is that Elizabeth Hardwick must have had a pretty dismal view of writing. If I had to choose one word to describe my reason for writing, it wouldn't be "desperation" or "revenge" or anything else so morose. It would be "love." I write because I love it so much I can't not write—a vastly better reason than either of the above, I think.
So what's your reason? If you had to put it into just one word, what would that word be?
Today's Prompt: Carl is a proud resident of a fancy-shmancy suburban neighborhood. Two weeks ago, his next-door neighbor killed Carl's prized petunias in order to take the neighborhood's esteemed "Lawn of the Month" award. It worked, but now Carl is going to have his revenge. Write a short story detailing his master plan and how it turns out.