I write fantasy because I want to put words together in magical patterns that cause as much delight in others as putting them down did for me.

I write fantasy because I want to say something new in a genre dominated by tradition.

I write fantasy because I want to explore strange new worlds and seek out new civilizations.

I write fantasy because the lure of the unknown is irresistible. And it is unknown until I pin it down with words. And even after. That’s what makes it so damn unknown, and so irresistible.

I write fantasy to explore ideas.

I write fantasy to say, “Look! I did this!”

I write fantasy because I like to tilt at windmills.

I write fantasy because I’m only half here, and I want to be with the half that’s there.

I write fantasy to challenge myself to do better.

I write fantasy because the grass really is greener over there. Unicorns wouldn’t eat it otherwise.

I write fantasy because I want to see what is around that corner, over that hill.

I write fantasy because I want to share the dream.

I write fantasy because it burns within me, and it is better to let the flame burn than to stomp it into ashes.

I write fantasy because I see shining eyes wink at me, and invite me to join the dance.

I write fantasy because I can do no other.