I write. And make books.
To quench a mad itch to tell a story.
To make a reader question my questions.
And for us to look for answers together.
I write about things I know.
And about things I don’t know.
I write about things I’ve read.
And about things I wish I’d read when I was young.
But not as much as I would want to.
I struggle with my lack of discipline.
Sometimes I lose. Sometimes, win.
And then I write again. And make more books.