I write because I love to play ‘what-if’. What if you were the only person who had dreams? Or: If you can go to past lives under hypnosis, could you go to a future life?
I write because I’m an expressive person trapped inside a shy one. As a child I was weird and said the wrong things, but on the page I was at home and full of courage.
And I write because I love what words can do. Every syllable carries a sound or image or feeling directly into the reader’s mind. A good book becomes the voice of their thoughts. It lingers like a piece of their own life. We might think words are ordinary because we use them for everything; to-do lists, labels, instructions, notes that remind us to ‘buy more milk’ or tell someone we’ll be ‘back later’. We hardly notice that words are also magic.