Why I Write

I never chose a single genre. The truth is simpler: the stories chose me.

Some ideas arrive as sparks, others as stubborn shadows that refuse to fade until I give them a voice. Some come fully formed; others grow slowly, like vines that wrap themselves around my thoughts. But every one of them asks the same thing: “Give me life.”

Over the years, my writing has wandered across many landscapes: poetry, sci-fi, children’s books, romance, memoir, metaphysics, and the strange, shifting territory of multiverse fiction. These aren’t genres I selected from a menu. They’re places I was drawn to — sometimes gently, sometimes insistently.

I didn’t begin writing because I planned to sell books. (That may have been the excuse at first.) But the deeper truth is this: I wrote because these stories needed to exist, and because giving them life gave me life too.

I create worlds because the world we live in is too beautiful, too heartbreaking, too miraculous, and too mysterious not to be reflected in stories.

So if you’re reading this, thank you. It means something I wrote connected with you, and that connection is the real purpose behind all of this.

There are many books ahead — finished ones, half-finished ones, and others still taking shape. I’m working on them as fast as I can, with care, with passion, and with the hope that they’ll mean something to you too.

Your friend,
Norm