Why I Write

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I’m thrilled to introduce my newest children’s book, Neil the Seal – A Wild Adventure.
This story, based on the real-life Neil the Seal in Tasmania, Australia celebrates
compassion and patience for wildlife while finding creative ways to live alongside them
peacefully.
This story has lived in my heart for a long time and bringing it to life has reminded me
why I write in the first place. Writing, for me, is both a calling and a conversation, a way
to connect, to reflect, and to share a little bit of light with the world.
I’m often asked about my writing—both my children’s books and writing in general. For
me, writing is essential. It’s where I connect with myself, where I find solace, where I
find God, and where I find flow. My creativity seems to awaken on the page; it’s where
ideas come alive and take shape.
I have countless ideas and never quite enough time, so I’ve learned that it’s important to
be selective about which projects I pursue. Writing has always been inside me, though I
haven’t always devoted as much time to it as I should. Still, I feel called to create things
of substance—works that last.
I think of songs written long ago that are still played today, and of timeless stories that
continue to be read and loved through generations. Could I create something that
endures like that? Is it vanity that drives this desire? I don’t believe so—though I can’t
say with absolute certainty. What I do know is that when you become aware of how brief
life really is, writing begins to feel like a way to live on.
But perhaps it’s even more than that. Maybe writing is about creating something that
touches people—something that makes them laugh, think, or pause long enough to
glimpse an alternate path, maybe even an unexpected one. There’s no formula for
inspiring others. Sometimes, it’s as simple as acknowledging someone. But
stories—stories have a way of lasting. They can ignite something within us, a quiet
spark that continues to glow long after the last page is turned.
That’s the beauty of books. They can be a catalyst for connection and transformation. I
think of the books I read as a child—the ones that lifted me out of my own small world
and allowed me to dream of something bigger, something better. They showed me that I
had my own thoughts and ideas, my own sense of wonder, all awakened by what I read.
It’s deep and complex, this becoming of who we’re meant to be. And though it’s hard to
explain, I know my heart is drawn to help others—to shine light, to inspire hope. Books
allow me to do that quietly, yet meaningfully. They offer a way to reach beyond time, to
leave something that continues to speak even after I’m gone.

That, to me, is worth striving for: stories that carry hope, humor, and heart—a bit of real
life mixed with what it means to be human, touched with magic and mystery.
That is what I wish to create through my words. Not simply to arrange them, but to
shape them into art. To reach, through language, into the soul.