Why I Write

Some of us read, and some of us write. For years, I’ve been an avid reader. For far less, I’ve been a writer. What I’ve come to believe lately is that I am not meant to be just a reflection of the text that I’ve read before, but to create a reflection of my own.

I am now on a personal quest to become a children’s author. Why am I on this pursuit? There are three words that best explain this compelling need of mine: honesty, responsibility and joy.

While writing for children, I find myself in search of verification. I want to know that there are people in this world who agree with me. I want to believe that there are others who share my opinions, my philosophies, my notions and my tribulations. For this cause, I write with honesty and without fear of exposure.

I also want my words to educate, to show new possibilities, to inspire, and to provide support. A parent who reads to and with their children will see the power of knowledge within them. However, the more we encourage children to read, the more resources that must be made available. For that reason, I believe there is a never-ending need for children’s books. Curious minds must be fed, and it is our responsibility to provide them with the proper nourishment.

At last, the world is a difficult place for everyone, especially our young people. Bad things happen every day. Therefore, if only for a few moments, the smile on a child’s face when everything works out in the end of a story is worth all of the energy spent by the writer whose intention it was to delight her reader.

The truth is, I’m writing for the same reasons I read to my children. In a good book, I hope for awareness in truth, comfort in dependability, and pleasure provided by happy endings.