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To get these goddamn stories out of my head.
Hmmm… beyond that. You know, like, What do you want to accomplish?
Oh, that. Well, let’s see…
I don’t do it because it’s something I want to do, I do it because I’m compelled to, and the act itself gives me immense gratification. So, right off the bat, I’m doing it less from the standpoint of having a specific plan and more because of compulsion. It just feels right, like this is what I’m supposed to be doing.
Of course, once it’s written and edited, I want other people to read it — for it to get in their head and light up something in their brain, maybe change the wiring a little bit. But mainly, I want them to get lost in the story, to become caught up in the characters and their world, and not want it to end.
To make them care about people who might not be like them. To realize we all have a shared humanity. And, of course, to have fun in a mind-expanding sort of way.
I guess that pretty much covers it. At least for now…