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I have been writing since my twenties. Mostly it was journal writing but eventually I took a foray into the world of fiction and non-fiction with a view to publishing. Someone once asked me why I write.
Reflecting on this question, I felt a little like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I have been writing for so long I had to stop and think, why?
Why do I write?
Right now, my answer would be, why do birds fly? Or why do snakes bite or horses kick? Because it is in their nature. It is instinctive. But at the time of that question, I wrote the paragraph below.
I write because words are like oxygen and I need to breathe. I am fascinated by the concept of stories we tell ourselves, the ones that form our perceptions of the world and become integral to our self-talk. We all have them. Our stories facilitate or disable our connection to others and to ourselves. My stories explore the seams of emotion running underneath the bedrock of life, highlighting what it is to be human. Stories are the stuff of life. They are made up of words and words are like oxygen and I need to breathe.
And that is my story…
When I am not writing I walk, take long drives, mentor other writers, and teach personal development courses.