Thousands of Words In, I Ask Myself: Why Am I Writing?
I am writing a novel.
I am writing a novel about a group of African-American children who save the world.
I am writing about a group of African-American children who possess massive power and only use it to right wrongs, not to upset the status quo or push an anti-mainstream rhetoric.
I am writing a novel about an African-American boy because I don’t see novels about African-American boys often enough.
I am writing a novel about an African-American boy to counteract the negative narrative that surrounds African-American boys.
I am writing a novel about an African-American boy because African-American boys need stories too.
I am writing a novel about an African-American boy because I used to be an African-American boy. I am writing a novel about an African-American boy because I am related to African-American boys.
I am writing a novel for one of the smartest people I know, an African-American boy.
I am writing a novel because I have a story to tell.
I am writing a novel about heroes because I want to be a hero.
I am writing a novel about heroes because boys need heroes.
I am writing a novel about heroes because girls need heroes.
I am writing a novel about heroes because children need heroes.
I am writing a novel about heroes because adults make mistakes.
I am writing a novel because I want to.
If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, you must be the one to write it.
