Why do I write?

People always ask me. I have a hard time explaining what it is like to have these stories piling up in my mind’s library, leather-sheathed volumes streaming with luminous flows of digital sentences coalescing into vivid characters, begging—no, demanding—I tell their stories. Writing builds me up, keeps me learning, forces me to look at the world and at the people around me with new eyes each day, pushing the boundaries of my limited self in wondrous discovery.  I write not just because I love to write, but because I have to write. Writing is my life’s greatest adventure, my personal compulsion, the best of my addictions, my heart’s ultimate passion. And I will be writing all the way to THE END.

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