Why do I write?

I write because I read. There is magic in immersing oneself in the story, in stepping through the wardrobe and into an undiscovered country. I discovered the magic in third grade. The book was Harriet the Spy. When Harriet lost her notebook…I had to know what would happen. This was the first time I read into the wee small hours of the night. It wasn’t the last by any means. Even now, twenty-plus years later, I’m sometimes found reading at 2AM or asleep with the book still in my hand. The magic hasn’t faded.

I write because I want to share that magic with others.