“I wish you would write again!”
I hear that sometimes these days, at parties or when I bump into people in coffee shops.
Oh, the thought comes thick and fast in my mind with a little bit of an edge to it, I’m writing.
I’m writing. Hours and hours of writing. Writing my thesis, writing blogs, writing stories, writing books. Pouring words onto a page that I thought would be hard to find but are hard to hold back. Trying to wrap words and narratives around these experiences that make up this thing we call life.