Why I Do What I Do

I started writing a fantasy novel a few years ago, powering through the awkward beginning, learning who the characters were and just how brutal the world was, and enjoying every minute. I wrote about fifty-thousand words before a different idea smacked me in the head and I went and wrote that instead.

I don't live in the same world as the people around me. Most of the time I'm lost in a plot, a movie playing out behind my eyelids just for me. This isn't strange, I know. We all have interior li...