why i write

For someone who enjoys writing, who relishes the way that words and stories can convey deeper significance than just their surface meanings, I often find it difficult to express exactly why I love it so much.

I think this is because the reason feels so vast and yet also so specific. It’s the way that stories can be about things as big as the universe and as small – but not insignificant! – as an individual feeling. Words have the ability to change minds, to spread ideas and engender empathy.

I don’t always hold my own writing to such lofty expectations. I write because I have stories to tell.

I hope that someone will find something in them, but I write because when I don’t, my life feels incomplete.