Steven LaChance Blog

I write because I love it. Because something in me has always needed to create. The words come whether I want them to or not, and over time I’ve learned to stop resisting and just let them flow. But I won’t pretend I’m above it all. I have an ego. I want to be remembered. I want the work to last. I want to leave something behind that says I was here and I had something worth saying.

It’s not about the money. That fantasy faded a long time ago. If you’re writing books to get rich these days, you’re probably in the wrong business. The era of the blockbuster novel has mostly passed. What we have now is something quieter. Something deeper. You write because it matters. Because the truth needs a voice. Because somewhere, someone is going to read your words and feel less alone.

And yes, I hate the promotional side. It always feels awkward asking people to pay attention to something so personal. But if you don’t promote your work, how will anyone know it exists? The story is only half-told until it’s in someone else’s hands.

Still, I’ve been fortunate. Very fortunate. My books have reached a mass audience, statistically placing in the top two percent of all books ever published. That’s not a guess. That’s not hype. That’s data. In a sea of millions of titles, the stories I’ve written have cut through the noise and found their readers. That means something. That means everything.

At the end of the day, I write for the joy of it. I write for legacy. I write because these stories won’t let me sleep unless I let them out. And if one of them finds its way to someone who needs it, then I’ve done what I came here to do.