What Inspired Me to Write: A Lonely Imagination Turned Superpower

People always ask me, “When did you know you wanted to be a writer?” And the truth is—I didn’t. Not at first. I just needed somewhere to go.

I started creating stories in my head at a very young age, mostly because I was lonely. My siblings were decades older than me, so even though I technically wasn’t an only child, I might as well have been. It was just me, my wild imagination, and whatever quiet corner I could find to slip into.

Growing up in New York meant there was never a shortage of inspiration. The energy, the rhythm, the random characters on the subway—it all felt like walking through a living novel. But inside that buzz, I often felt small. The stories I created gave me permission to be loud, to take up space, to exist in ways I hadn’t yet figured out how to in real life.

My characters started out as imaginary friends. Then they became heroes. Then they became parts of me.

Now, those daydreams are full-blown worlds. And whether it’s haunted plantations or distant galaxies, they’re all rooted in that same need I had as a little girl: to belong somewhere magical.

Thank you for being here. Seriously. I’m building this world one word at a time, and it means everything that you’re reading them.

With love and a little magic, CeCe