Why I write.
I walk and am surrounded by Words. I wake and am surrounded by…Words. I have always been surrounded by Words.
When I was little I would watch the other kids play and I would form ..Words. Words became my friend. Books became my friend. My safe place when I felt not to speak to others. When I needed peace and quiet.
I soon had to learn to differentiate between what were my thoughts and what were “stories” meaning Words I give life to.