Why I Write.

Before I was ever a writer, I was first and foremost, a reader.

At an early age my parents instilled in me a love of books.   Good behavior was rewarded by a trips to the bookstore.  

Even as I write this, I can still recall the feeling of walking through the racks at the Walden Books on Montague Street in Brooklyn.  So many to choose...no Internet or no Google search... just digging through the rows of shelves and finding the one that looked good.

With each book read,  my imagination built new stories of its own.  For me it was a easy extension of all characters I read about and loved.

Now in my late thirties,  I can say with all confidence, I write because of my love of the written word in all its forms.  I write because of after all these years my own characters and stories fill my head day and night.

I write because I always have been and always will be a Constant Reader.   I write because it is an intrinsic part of me. 

I write because I must.