I write for me. No one else, unless they commission me for a piece of fanfic. I write for the little girl roaming the aisles of the library desperate to find an awesome story that features a latina girl that wasn’t a stereotype. I write because I know there are other little girls who are looking for the same.
I write because it was how I dealt with my emotions growing up. The alternate realities I created in my mind were a way to escape my life because I was depressed and anxious. Instead of staring off into space, I wrote them down. I found others who did the same and it was a way to show people that they aren’t alone.
If I can help someone escape from their life and bring them into mine where there is a happy ending, then my job is done. BUT I want other girls like me see that they can be creators. I want them to see that they are seen and their uniqueness is valid. I want other girls who don’t fit in feel they are a part of something bigger than their current community.
Nestled in between the pages of my books are women who are complex, funny, sarcastic, and unafraid to live their life. Those are all things I wanted to be growing up. I am complex. I consider myself funny. Sarcasm is my second language. As of now, I am unafraid to go for my dreams. It took me until I was 37 but I got here.
I write for the girls who shouldn’t have to wait until their mid 30’s to find their true calling. I write for the girls who are scared to come out and be themselves. I write for the girls who are scared they are alone when they aren’t.
I write for my children. They need to see that mommy will do whatever it takes to follow her dreams and succeed. They need to see that because I want the same for them.
This is why I write. This is why I will always write.