Why do I write? I have come back to this question many times and at different points in my life. As a young child I wrote because I enjoyed stories and, for whatever reason, not everything that was read or told to me was satisfactory. I also wrote because my Dad was a great storyteller and would tell me how much he loved writing. That nugget would later guide the purpose behind my writing for many years. As a teen I wrote because I needed an outlet. My Dad was constantly sick, having suffered a series of heart attacks and eventually going on peritoneal dialysis to deal with his declining body. I lost him when he was 64 and I was 18. Poetry and short fiction became a means of expressing my sadness, anger, despair and increasing cynicism. As a young adult I wrote to express the aforementioned feelings combined with an increasing sense of loneliness and lack of direction. After I graduated college with my BA in Business, I sat down to write my debut novel, Human Resources .