Because things don’t seem quite real until I’ve written about them. Because I can’t not write. Because it gives me a deeper understanding of our world and the human experience. Because I love words. Because a well written sentence, a well chosen word, gives me a rush of happiness. Because I want some part of me to live on when I am gone, even if it is only my family that reads it. Because it’s cheaper than therapy. Because of the high I get when I’m writing – I feel like screaming and crying and laughing at the top of my lungs, and at the same time like sitting peacefully and watching the world go by. Because I am happiest when I’m lost in the worlds I create and letting my characters’ voices flow through my pen. Because I think I’m good at it, and I want to do something I love and something I’m good at for a living. Because I don’t want to look back on my life and wish I’d followed my dreams – I want to follow them now. Because only when I am writing am I truly, fully, completely me. Because the craft of writing fascinates and challenges me. Because this is what I want to do more than anything else in the world.