You ask why? I say because

Whenever I’m asked, why writing? I don’t know how to answer. How do you explain a feeling? How do you describe an emotion? I try to avoid the cliché and answer honestly… because I have to. I have to because there is nothing else that grips my heart and tightens my chest like this. Nothing else that gives the same satisfaction or rush. That being said, I should probably answer more honestly and say… I don’t actually write.

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I know, I know, here come the clichés: I never have time, I spend all day at a computer already, I have no ideas, I will get round to it later, etc. Yep, that’s me. One big, ol’, tired, cliché. And I’m sick of it! I am here because I need to write and I need to write now. I honestly believe I have something to say and that I can say it well. Of course, you can be the judge of that but it won’t ever shut me up. I tried acting, singing, dancing and the one thing that shone through for me was writing. A dark, deep, urge that would not settle. So, here I am. In terms of who I am, I am a twenty-something woman (weird for me to say as I think of myself as much younger), originally from Sunderland but currently living in the beautiful city of York. I have two jobs, which I enjoy and pay the bills and a fantastic boyfriend. I enjoy reading, writing (when I actually write anything) and horror films are my ultimate weakness.

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(Image: The Haunted House. 2004 Daniele Montella)

I’m lucky, I know I am. Much luckier than some. But , like many of you probably,  I still have those hopes and dreams that one day I can earn a living from what I love so much, what I struggle with so much and, maybe unfortunately, is the only thing, I think, that will ever fully satisfy me.

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