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I don’t write because someone’s reading. In fact, I’m almost positive that no one is. I write because somewhere inside me there’s a force that says “create.” And since I cannot sing or dance or invent, I write. I write of singers, of dancers and inventors. I write because it is an act of defiance I am compelled to be a part of. There’s that sense of proving to the world that I have a voice, in the hope that someday someone will finally glance over at a slip of paper and be moved, changed or touched by the words etched there, and that he will be made better for reading them. Then maybe the world will be made better, and, regardless of the insignificance of the change, I will have been a part of it. For now though, I write simply because I am a writer, and that’s what writers do.