I don’t actually know. I know I need to, though. Not a day goes by when I don’t write something, whether it’s one of my novels or a personal short (sometimes) story. It feels like I have worlds inside me and they need to come out.
I write to share ideas. Sometimes they’re deep and meaningful and sometimes just playful. Sometimes it’s to entertain.
Sometimes I write because I’ve fallen in love. I create a character and just fall in love with them. I want them to live fully and abundantly. That means experiencing the good and the bad of life, letting them have it all. They get to grow and face their fears. They overcome challenges, sometimes successfully, sometimes they need help or fail.
I write because I want to be there, too. There’s a big piece of me in every book I write, usually as part of one or more of the characters. I want to be in there and experiencing the dangers, thrills, excitement, and challenges.
Basically, I write because something has come to life in my imagination and it wants out. By putting it on the page, it becomes real. Others can share it if I want them to see it. It’s a form of creation that I feel I must do. I write because I can’t do anything else. I have to write.
I’ve been writing stories for myself for years. Now, I’m a published author. No genre is off limits, though I have some favorites.