I write because it is what I enjoy doing.
It is a way for me to escape,
To relax.
When I get tense and I don't know what to do I will write something, whether it be a sentence or a book.
When I get bored I doodle with ideas.
I jump from thought to thought and figure out a way to bind them.
I look around me, at my surroundings and create a situation, a moment and I bring it to life from my mind and onto a page.
I write on anything; my workbooks, notepads, my hands, arms, legs, my phone, computer, wall. I experience this joy inside in writing anything.
It is my drug.
I have to do it. I have to write.
Everyday.
I'm addicted to it.
I look at books and when I can't get into one, I write one.
I write what I want to read...
Stories
- Caught
- The Investigator
- Last Moment
- Saviour
- The Memory Can't Fade
- Changed My Life
- Danger
- The Time Gone
- Nightmare
- Maybe, Just Maybe
- He Found Me
- Gone For Awhile
- Forgive Yourself
- Parallel Universe
- Broken Heart
- Midnight Surprise
- Worst To Best
- So We Re-Meet!
- The Wright Story
- Trust. Pain. Run.
- Family Gathering
- Loyalty
- She Goes And Comes Back
Monday, 23 June 2014
My Reason
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