Why do I write?
Where a Love of Reading Becomes a Love of Writing
Someone asked me once why I wanted to write.
“What it comes down to is this: I love to read. I love the ritual of choosing a book, studying the cover, skimming the back, opening it for the first time, and then disappearing into the pages, the characters, the world. I love it when a plot grabs me so tightly I can’t put it down, when I’m desperate to know what happens next. I’ve laughed out loud with a book in my hands and cried into its pages. I’ve stayed up too late, terrified to turn off the light, because the story had me completely. And at some point, I realized that I wanted to do that. I wanted to create that kind of magic. I wanted to give someone else the very same experience with my own stories.”
