In case you were wondering.

This is why I write:

I write for the moments in a story that make me catch my breath. Those moments of epiphany or catharsis. The big reveal. A stunning realization. An emotional purge so raw it bleeds, and my heart bleeds with it. I write for the tears and the triumph. I write for the moments that haunt me. For the moments that make me believe.

I write for the scenes that can't wait to be written. The scenes that keep me awake past all reason and fatigue. I write for the scenes that pour from my fingertips through the keys and onto the screen in a flow of inspiration so pure and fast I get caught up in the current and emerge miles from where I dove in.

I write because I love it, even when I hate it. I write when the words fight me and must be pulled from the muck of exhaustion one at a time, then painstakingly polished and set into place. I write because not writing is no more viable an option than not breathing, and I'm fairly sure the two are linked in me, one fueling the other, their roles alternating as the need arises.

That is why I write. In case you were wondering.