There are many reasons why I’m crazy. There are many reasons why I write. One, for myself. It’s therapeutic, it’s cathartic, it’s whatever; it’s fun. Another reason is the desire to have someone read a story I have written and say: “That was the best thing I’ve read this year. Wait, no, that was the best thing I’ve read in my life.” Yes, I laugh at that one too, sometimes. Maybe it’s not going to happen. Yes, check out that ‘maybe’ – I can’t quite shake the delusion, can I? All right, chances are pretty good it isn’t ever going to happen. Chances are pretty good that before it does I will have been struck by lightning – twice – and therefore unlikely to appreciate the comment anyway. But I can’t deny it’s a part, a very small but yes a very significant part of what drives me to put words down on paper and screen. The audience. It’s no coincidence that I am writing this as former UK glamour model Kate Price prepares to publish her 49th – or is it 50th? – book.
Words matter to me.
Words matter to me a lot.