Oh, to be a writer!
But not just a writer. To be the conduit between memory, imagination, emotion, and the written word. To have writing as an extension of yourself; pieces of your soul strung between letters and threaded through words, and woven painstakingly in the structures of sentences and paragraphs.
It is as beautiful as it sounds. And as dreadful.
There are so many reasons why I am a writer. Today, I will share 5 of them.
For me, writing is indeed an escape, but it is also a bridge and a path that links back to life. The characters and worlds in stories are powerful expressions of life in all its cruel failings and glorious possibilities.
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