Why I Write…

I write because I find it nearly impossible to truly articulate my feelings in any other way.

I write because nothing compares to the satisfaction of other people reading and liking my work.

I write because love is far more elusive than the movies would have you believe.

I write because the real world is far too small and never good enough.

I write because I don’t believe in magic, or gods, or the soul. But in stories, all these things can exist in plenty.

I write because there aren’t enough sunny days.

I write because really, underneath it all, I might be sad.

I write because the world inside is far safer than the world outside.

I write because I have no other way of saying what I really want to say.