Because it’s an escape from reality into infinite possibility.
Because I don’t have to be self-conscious or awkward when I’m typing words on a page or writing in my notebook.
Because writing is the closest I’ll get to real magic, and I’m still waiting for my Hogwarts owl.
Because it is deeply personal and yet we share it and love it and talk about it.
Because I am a writer.
Because it’s like knitting; word after word, stitch after stitch, something new and beautiful (sometimes) comes together.
Because I’ve written over a million words in the last twelve years of doing NaNoWriMo just in the month of November.
Because the process is what matters.
Because I never lost that sense of awe I felt as a child when I realised a pen and paper was all you needed to create a new world.
Because someone thought something well over thousand years ago and I can still read it now.
Because I never figured out to stop, and I don’t want to.