Why I Write

I don’t know how many people have asked me the same question over and over. To be honest, I don’t really remember. I tried to go back and pinpoint a certain period in my life when I discovered the love of writing but I couldn’t find a specific point. It’s just one of the things that’s always been there, you know? Kind of like a comfortable constant, that’s why I never really paid much attention until it was brought up.

But if I really need to say a definite time, I guess it started since I was a kid. I’ve always been a girl of imaginations and words. My curiosity knew no bounds so I think it just naturally bled through my passion and that’s how I got started in this craft. For me, though, the when hardly  matters.

It’s the why that is important.

I write because I want to. There’s nothing else to say, really. I write because I just want to. It’s my passion and it’s my outlet. The words I want to say, the things I want to do, the places I want to go to: all of them are in my stories, immortalized and designed to give the same adventures and hopes to whoever might read them. It’s fair to say that my stories are heavily based on  some real life situations. BUT, I don’t intend to say which are which. You should be the judge of that.

Like I always said to my friends:

“Don’t ask. Just feel the magic.”