I was asked this question today. I always find it hard to answer. I can imagine that if you asked a baseball player why he play baseball he’s say it was because he enjoyed it. I can predict that if you asked a doctor why she practices medicine, she might say it was because she wants to help people. These are just conjectures. But while I can speculate about others, I don’t find it simple to imagine what answer people expect from me.
I suppose I write because I have to. Just like a runner needs to run, I feel a strong need to create entire realities that express my values and my imagination.
I also write for other people. I love to hear from my readers who tell me they enjoyed my books, saw themselves in them, recognized feelings they have had, enjoyed the little world I created. I like reading to school classes and listening to their ideas and responses afterwards.
I also hope that someday my descendants will know a little more about the real me. My grandchildren are too young to read my books now, but someday they’ll e able to. Maybe my son and daughter will be able to see into their mother’s imagination and get to know me a little better, too.
I need to tell my stories. I guess it’s as simple as that.