While watching Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, I became engrossed in the beautiful world of Newt's creatures. Then, as the movie came to a close, I was suddenly hit by how much I wished for it to continue forever, that I could live in that world.

However, that was never going to happen. Because the real world sucked, it didn't have magical creatures, it didn't have magic. In the days after, I came to a realisation as to why I like to write.

I like to write because that way, I can live in a world of my own imaginings, which is not bonded to the laws of reality, where I can create whatever I want and have it go on for however long I want. My stories can have endings that I like and I want.

But I also write because I want to share those stories with others. I want to see others be as passionate about my stories as I am, I want to make others happy or even cry. Make something that they'll enjoy.

That is why I like to write.