Writing has always been important to me.
It’s woven into my life like a silver thread, sometimes front and centre, catching the daylight, shimmering amidst the normal.
Other times in the background, overshadowed by all other things that happen.
I know that I’m just as much a writer as I am an employee or even a mom, but those roles take place in the real world.
Writing, on the other hand, takes place in the realm of thought. It’s a part of me that’s turned inwards, looking for story elements hiding in memories, stored knowledge, strange conversations I overheard.
Normal life and writing are worlds apart, but one cannot survive without the other.
Without the lovely life I live, filled with people I love and value, music, plants, food, books & art I would have very little to write about.
Without writing there’s no silver lining.