I'm an asker of questions, a reader of footnotes.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it hasn't gotten me.
Often I can't get the answers to the questions I ask.
Maybe no one knows. Maybe they know but they're not telling.
Maybe I get an answer but it leads to new questions.
Here's a question for you:
What's that tube-like object on the ground behind me?
(I have no idea!)
This is why I write: to satisfy my insatiable curiosity. To fill in the gaps.
To reconstruct what's missing or forgotten.
I look around corners. I turn over stones. I read between the lines.
And because I'm a writer, I sometimes (often!) make things up.
A museum exhibit. A magazine article. A podcast episode. A book.
Everywhere I turn, I find stories. Sometimes people are telling them.
Sometimes people are living them. Either way: I have questions.
Things I want to know more about. Parts of the story that left untold.