I love to write. It’s what I do and it’s what I’ve always done. It first acted as a way for me to express my feelings and the many things I couldn’t tell anyone else. I kept diaries about my crushes, the harsh words my friends said, and the many things I had to be anxious about as a young girl. I went on to write songs, signing about the rain and how messed up I thought the world was. I know, deep for a young one. But that’s me. I’m a pretty deep person. Some people would say that I’m highly emotional, but I see it as being sensitive towards feelings and actions. And it’s for that reason that I’m a highly perceptive person. A great quality for a writer.
I then realised that I could someday pursue a career in writing, my absolute dream job. So I went against all the advice I got from my school tutors and mentors, and applied for a creative writing course at university. And here I am now, an almost graduate.
I used to want to change the world through my writing. To show people the hidden beauties of the amazing world we live in. As a child I could never understand why people were sad or anxious, why they chose to focus on the negatives of life instead of looking beyond. Then I grew up and I started to see the flaws in life, and through that I saw the flaws in myself. I went through some pretty tough times, but they’ve made me who I am today and for that I am so thankful. I wouldn’t change a thing. After that my writing took on a different tone. I started to write about human issues, war, and raw emotions. My family were constantly asking me if I was okay. They said that they were worried about my dark thoughts, that maybe I should go for counselling. I assured them that I was perfectly fine, and that I was just exploring different genres and ideas.
Now I write to tell stories. I still want to show the beauties of life, but I’ve realised that there is no good without the bad, no ups without the downs. Life really is a journey, and I aim to represent all that life has to offer through my writing. I want to recreate all the hidden gems and mysteries that are out there. We have to look a little closer, but I assure you, they are definitely there. I love nature. When I breathe in the fresh air, listen to bird calls or watch the sea lapping against the shore, I’m inspired. As a writer I always try to somehow put the greatness of nature into words.
Words are powerful. They can make us laugh, cry, cower away in fear or open our hearts to the possibilities of so much more. When I’m asked why I want to write, that’s my response. I want to show people what it really feels like to live. I found my happiness through books, and now I want to create that for others.
Drawer Of Hearts 