Why I Write
By AM Riley
I have always loved the sound of my own voice. And, by ‘my own voice’ I mean the one in my head, not that nasal, Chicago accented, sound that comes out of my mouth whenever I speak.
The voice in my head. The androgynous, cynical worldy weirdo, has been driving me crazy with commentary since I was seven and stayed for several nights in a hospital following an appendectomy. It first came out of the mouth of a hand puppet that the hospital gave kiddies. Pink, with a pom pom at the top of his pointed hat. A bump of a nose and a mouth shaped like an open ‘V’. Shades of Chuckie, man. At first he was my sidekick. He said, “Holy Gadzooks, Batman!” He said, “I don’t know, Yogi, I don’t think the nurses would like that.” He said, “What are we going to do today, Pinkie?” And I said, “Take over the world!” It was only later that I became HIS sidekick.
I started writing him down when I was in Junior High Sschool. So. Part of the reason I write is to indulge that voice.
And then, I crave Justice. With the capital ‘J’. I crave murderers and mean people getting their comeuppance. I crave sacrifice having meaning. I crave everybody finding that one person that can love them for themselves. I can’t get that in life but I can make it happen in stories. And so I do.
And, finally, there’s a certain sort of book I look for at bookstores and libraries and seldom find. When I do I read it over and over until the pages disintegrate. Those books were the only thing keeping me from flying off the wheel of life a few times, and I aspire, someday, to write one.
And that’s it.
Oh, and the fabulous amount of money I make. haha.
AM Riley is a film editor, and sometime poet, living in Los Angeles. Riley writes primarily LGBT paranormal and murder mysteries, and has been published with Torquere Press, MLR Press, and Loose ID. Visit her website.