Honestly one of the strangest conversations I have on a semi regular basis, is about why I write.
People ask me (only half-jokingly) what I’m hiding. “You seem normal. Why do you write? What do you write about?”
Sometimes they offer to tell me about some of the weird and messed up things they’ve seen or lived through in case I want the inspiration. As if because I function in a quiet sort of way in society I haven’t gone through my share of shit.
And then they get really confused when I tell them what I write. Because I write happy things. Optimistic things. Sci-fi and Fantasy that is uplifting and oh so hopeful.
And they want to know why.
So I say, why not?
There’s anough negativity in the world and I hate that it’s made it’s way into fiction and media. I’ve had enough of grimdark and miserable, gritty and realistic.
You can write things that aren’t sunshine and rainbows but still be optimistic about it. Death is not despair and corruption is not forever. I’m here to give people hope, dammit. And if that is strange or ‘childish’ than so be it.
I write because I want to add my voice to the world, and I want it to be a happy one. There’s enough misery ouside the pages. I won’t put it in them too.