Sometimes (okay, every day, sometimes twice) I wonder why I’m doing this, the whole writing thing, and putting my naked soul on display for nameless gawker.
I think it’s because I want to read. I want to be engaged in books and stories, and talk about them in my own way. To read actively, to the fullest extent, I need to be a writer too.
It’s not enough for me just to read books alone and never talk about the things between the covers (or under the cover image, since I also like ebooks). I want to contribute to the fictional conversation, so I write.