Why I Write

I write because it's my constant in life. No matter what happens, that's what I will always go back to. 

I write because it reminds me the world is not what it seems. It reminds me of why God created people, as I create characters where each one is important to the bigger story. I write to remember who I am and where I have been—my writing itself tells a story beyond what the reader sees. It tells me what I was interested in at the time, and the more I write, the more I understand the troubles of humanity and how some things are never meant to be answered.

I write so the voices in my head can quiet down, so the stories will give me a break and an escape from the troubled life I live. Even though no one may read my works, I write because I still feel heard—like I'm not alone and I'm still here. The characters I create belong to me; I know them and they know me. In some odd way, I can find solutions to my own problems because I create such different characters and different worlds that force me to write from their perspectives.

I write to have a voice, to speak my own mind even though the world wants me to stay down. I write because my mind refuses to stay quiet and refuses to keep its peace. Every story, song, and character begs me to bring them to life, and if I don't, they will haunt my dreams and my days like phantoms who want their stories to be told.

Writing is life and expression. It holds everything my heart and soul want to let go. In my words, I scream "I am here and I am alive" without ever saying those words on paper.