No one knows why one writes while another dances. The only thing I can say for sure is that this thing that I do and have always done is peculiar. It holds me hostage and liberates me at the same time. I would write if I had not one reader, which has been the case for most of my life. This ability to share is liberating to me, but it has nothing to do with why I write. I write because I am compelled to write. I am driven by a force unknown to me that has been with me since before I can even remember. I have not been everywhere, but something tells me that no matter where I’d find myself, I would write.