Why I Write

The fact is fiction is often closer to the truth than what surrounds us on a daily basis.

Every day, we lie to ourselves to avoid facing the discomfort of our anxiety, hurt, and betrayal (just to name a few feelings).

But the art of storytelling can bring those feelings front and centre, forcing us to face them and deal with the truth. In other words, stories help us live again.

I am the hero of my story and you are of yours. But I am also the villain of another story. Perhaps many stories. For I’ve lied, cheated, intentionally harmed, and said “no” to commitments when the cost was high. I’ve been unkind, I’ve said bad things.

And if you’re guilty of these acts, you’ve been the villain, too.

Life is ugly. Life is broken. And therein lies its beauty. We live in a fallen world where redemption lies in being broken. That’s why I write about it. Great stories need darkness. Because it obscures beauty. Sometimes, we need to dive into the darkness to find the beauty life has to offer. That’s where the adventure awaits.

If all art was safe and clean, we’d never see the light. We’d never be saved, never be redeemed.

I tell stories in an attempt to reach the broken, the defeated, and the hopeless. I want to connect with the lost. Because at one point or another, we’ve all been lost.