Why I Write

I love stories.

My brothers and I used to tell each other stories. My Aunts and Uncles were fantastic at it. Old family stories, hunting stories, fishing stories and made up stories about a bear named Goosem Bruin. Books and movies would start it sometimes, but it would be only the beginning. We played elaborate day long games that were intricate stories told from many viewpoints.

I love stories.

I want to tell you some of my stories. That's what they're for after all. I want you to love them as much as I do. Yes, selfish sharing that's why I write.

Sometimes an author just grabs you. When I was a junior at Rifle High School, I got a book from my friend Evan. 

Frank Frazetta's Death Dealer by James Silke. Man, what a book. I was already a Conan junkie and had read every bit of Robert E. Howard I could find. But this one... hooked me. So dark, so bloody, so angsty it was exactly what a teenage warrior soul needed.

I'm scared to read it now with my old eyes.

It hasn't changed. Maybe I have.

-Christopher Westhoff