I write because I can’t not write. I write because I love to travel and writing allows me to study some of my favorite places. It’s probably no surprise that I loved setting my series in Savannah, San Francisco and Ireland. Sometimes I write for the same reason I read—to walk through a door to a reality I don’t live in. A book provides all this and it should charm, entertain, uplift, make me laugh or think in a way I hadn’t. Writing lets me explore ideas that come bounding into my brain and demand my attention—right now—drop everything—me first.
Lately, I can’t seem to catch up to the stories that want to be told. I write about what I find interesting, or funny, or something I love. I write what I like to read.
Stephen King says that to write you must read. I take him seriously. Really seriously. I can honestly say, if I’m not writing, I’m reading. Sometimes I manage to wedge in a video game with my son or a hockey game with my husband, or talk to my friends about this book idea…