Many wonder "Why be a writer?" They think two things: I'm too much a dreamer, or their believers. I'm not afraid to say I'm a dreamer, and I thank those who are believers. When I write my stories, my novels, my poems, I write to tell my stories, to pass on my dreams- to help others dream too. 

Is it a crime to dream? Dreams drive people to do great things. Somewhere though, like a thief in the night, our dreams vanished. We lost our drive, our spirit, our idealism. Disparity and destitution settled in, and we walk in the shadows of blazing nightmares.

Why do I write? Who do I write to? I write to inspire, I write to dream, I write to help others dream, inspire others. Writing is freedom, writing liberates one from hear-say, and records the ideas, hopes, dreams, of those who can grasp a pen or type a key. I write to pass on the hope that I have, and in turn, the reader passes it on to another, and another.

Nobody just wants to just survive, they want to thrive. As long as you have hope, you have dreams. As long as you have dreams, you have drive. As long as you have drive, you have hope. It's a cycle, that can kick start itself, from the refusal to lay down, and take destitution as your destination. 

Who do I wish to read what I write? Everyone- from Rio to Taipei, from South Korea to the United Kingdom. From those who show the love of family, but not always see it in kind, to those who are lost- not knowing the truth- who need forgiveness. Those who need hope, dreams, drive. I write for them, I write for all.

Why did others before write? Why did Byron or Poe? Or  Bradbury? They wrote to dream, entertain, think, discuss, inspire; they wrote to for all these reasons and more. Why did Presley and Orbison sing? Why does Stewart sing? To tell the emotions we all feel? Poets, writers, singers, dreamers- they dream, they write, they share, for if not a soul shared these emotions, then what is the point of thought, soul, humanity?

I'm guilty of optimism, dreaming, and chasing my dreams. I hope, that anybody can read what I have to write. I write for the Young, the Old, the Young-at-Heart, the Old Souls. My writing knows no boundaries, no borders, no creeds, cultures, my writing knows no bounds- as my writing is for all. I write all the emotions, the feelings, the fears, the hope, the happiness. I for all with hope, dreams, drive; that is why I write.