Why I Write; Or, the World’s Shortest Manifesto

I occasionally get asked why I write. That’s the sort of question that calls for a manifesto.

Why do I write? Here are some answers for you if you’re honestly curious.

These are the only reasons I need, but I could come up with others if necessary.

If you’re asking in order to imply that I shouldn’t write, here’s the only answer you deserve.

The fundamental truth is that the stories I wanted to see told went untold, and I wasn’t satisfied with what I had been reading. Rather than complaining about it, I decided to sit my ass down and do something about it.

What were you expecting, a manifesto?