The reason.

I write because the people around me have short attention spans, they can’t sit down and listen patiently ‘til I finish a story.

I write because it hurts less to see someone not read your work than see someone stand up as you give your speech. Well, sometimes.

I write because I hate imposing things. I want my readers to read and to imagine; not to watch and conform with what they see, not to listen and force their minds to conceptualize what they hear.

I write because I have the capacity to do so.

I write because I know that by writing, I entertain not only others, but myself. I educate not only others, but my brain. I embody not only the ideals of the majority, but also of my heart.

I write because I love writing. And I think that’s more than enough reason to continue what I do.