I’ve always enjoyed fine language. Words. Expressions. Lyrics of songs. When words capture life and leave an echo in me, that’s powerful. That’s magic. As a writer it’s what I aim to do.
I love crafting words. It’s intensely satisfying to nail the perfect word or phrase – like twisting the block of a Rubik’s cube and coaxing the colours together. But it’s not always easy to do. Creativity is an unpredictable friend, and then there’s just life.
I started writing with real commitment about nine years ago, fuelled by a feeling that wouldn’t go away that I had to do it – and that remains today. I’ve had more rejection letters over the years than I can count. Many times, I’ve questioned why I’m doing it and if it’s worth carrying on. But I can’t stop. When tough times strike, I write my way through them. When good times arrive I write them out, too. Writing is my boxing bag, my game, my meditation and my yoga mat.
While work on my novel has been ongoing, I’ve enjoyed straying away and taking breaks to write other pieces, too. Non-fiction articles, short stories and poetry.
What I love to explore most is our human landscape. The ways we meet challenges. Our transitions. How we negotiate and make amends with painful experiences. And the hilarity of the contradictions that are alive and true inside us.
Communication is a rich theme, too. How difficult it often is to reveal ourselves. How our own words or lack of them, connect or disconnect us. I’m endlessly watching people. Our simplicity and complexities make intriguing and beautiful writing material.