The very first time someone asked me why I write, I shrugged my shoulders and said ‘I don’t know, I just do.’
I was thirteen then.
Truth is, writing is the only way I felt seen and heard, and free. So, whenever I could, I wrote letters to my Father told him about everything that he was missing out on and waited for a response…
Now, having kept at it and published 10 books, all I can say is that I write because I hear myself loud and clear when I do.
What I enjoy most about writing is that despite having done it for so long, I still fear that I may fall short every time I approach a blank page.
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