Because of Them

I see it only fitting to explain the purpose of the pages to follow.  Since I was young, I've loved characters more than any other aspect of any book.  To me, plots were trivial, worlds, only playgrounds, and the words themselves?  They were merely means of sharing the beautiful and delicate intricacies of each character, just as one would with drawing, singing or acting.  The characters were always the only true thing that mattered.

However, I'm too impatient for drawing, inspiration often fell flat for singing, and I could never portray my precious characters to the extent I'd like when acting.  Hence, I wrote.  I wrote the stories that once bored me just to give my creations life, and from that odd obsession sprang a potent passion for words.  I wrote well into the night for them.  Pages became files, buried deep in labyrinths of words and codes.

I found a love of writing just so I could hear them in my mind and see how they would grow.  I now use my words to share more than characters.  Many of the stories and essays I will add to this book won't be fictional, but I thought it wrong of me not to mention why I have these stories in the first place, for everything I write now is because of them.