I love reading, I have for as long as I can remember.
I love getting lost in a book, escaping into someone elses world. It’s wonderful that when I’m upset and the world just feels against me I can escape into a different one, one full of magic, one full of laughter, full of jokes and fairies and wolves. I get so invested in them, I find I believe, even just for a minute, I believe I’m really there. I can see it all happening in front of me. I feel everything they feel.
That’s why I love writing, almost as much as I love reading. To create a world, people, places and things. To create and escape for someone. To make them laugh and cry and feel something more. To inspire. To move. I think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world.
One day I hope to write a book that makes as much impact in someone elses life as so many have in mine. That’s a dream of mine. It probably won’t happen, but I’m going to try. Try and create magic.