“Why you write”

Writing, to put it very simply, is my calling. Being able to craft the right words to tell a story, to make a point, or simply to describe something and make it real for someone else is what I have loved doing for as long as I can remember.

I’ve never really stopped to think about why I do it. Why is it that we do the things we love to do, other than because we love them?

I write because it soothes me.

I write because I feel that there are stories waiting to be told – some mine, some belonging to other worlds.

I write not for the hope of recognition, but with the hope that something I create may resonate with someone, somewhere.

I write to improve upon my writing, because it only comes with practice.

I write because writing gives me access to thousands of other possible realities.

I write to uncover truths, subjective as they may be.

I write so that I can aspire to channel the brilliance of centuries of literary masters before me. We stand on the shoulders of giants after all.

I write to show you little pieces of me, if you choose to see them.

I write to honour those that inspire me.

I write because I can’t help it.