When people ask me why I write I have to say it's because I can't help myself. That's the way it is now. I love it. I'm addicted to it. I need to do it. But, of course, that wasn't always my answer. I started out writing because it was fun and I secretly hoped it would make me rich and famous and able to work in my pajamas all day. Unless I was traveling the world, of course, in which case I would gladly wear clothes.
I did love to read.
I did love stories.
But, like many people, I had crazy ...
Published on July 19, 2010 05:19