Naivety World

I sometimes find writing very chaotic. One minute I’ll want to write but I get nothing. Not even a string of an idea that I can tug to reveal a grand story. And other times, I’ll be cozily tucked in bed ready to sleep then words start flowing, each sentence carving its own path through my thoughts. As chaotic as it is, I love it. It’s a delicate balance between imagination and reality, a constant push and pull between the worlds I create and the one I navigate.

There’s magic in creating stories from raw thought. But there’s also the solitude that comes from sinking deep into my mind where the silence feels so loud. The solitude is both my safe space and my battlefield, where ideas collide and wrestle with self-doubt and my need to create something that matters.

Despite the struggle, there is an intoxicating joy in creating, in giving life to characters who become friends, enemies and lovers. I love being able to transport the reader into a whole other space and bring out emotions from carefully crafted words. And isn’t that what writing is about, reaching through space and time to touch someone’s mind and soul. Such is the power of words.

As a writer, I can only hope that my words find a home in the hearts of those who journey with me. That my words can be the escape you need when your world is grey, they can be the solace you need when you’re feeling uninspired, tired and frustrated, they can be the friend you need when your silence is too loud, so you can find magic in the mundane.