The stories are in my heart.
Everything I have experienced is a snippet.
Every snippet is a micro-story.
Part of a bigger story.
Every word is the masterstroke of an artist’s brush.
Finding the words is like choosing the right colours.
When the words string together the story finds its form.
Every sentence a participating picture.
The pictures amalgamate and advocate to relate the story.
The stories in me are moments that have touched me.
The memories hidden the archives of the mind.
They find their way to the creative brain.
Then a spark, and idea, a neuro-pathway connection
and the stories manifest themselves on the page.
I write because I choose to, I want to, I have to, I love to.
I take pleasure seeing the words find their partners
and dance flamboyantly on the page.
The stories of the souls of people I have heard,
the stories of children I have been privileged to listen to.
Experiences that moved and touched my soul.
Scenery absorbed into my very being.
Emotions that have captivated me.
All of these come together to paint a masterpiece
to generate words that congregate,
create, animate and liberate the narrative,
to complete the story that is in me.
My story, your story, our story.
This is why I write.