There was a time when I never found it difficult to find the words, I was always writing stories even from the age of 10 about my Sims character Don Lothario’s affairs, writing poetry about the advancement of technology and a lot of boy rambling in between. The truth is, for a while I did lose the words. Whether that was because of my dad’s terminal illness, conforming to societal pressures or just simply not having the time.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve found comfort in writing. From diary entries to words on my blog, writing has always been there through the darkest of times.
Perhaps Saturn is calling as I approach my 30th birthday, maybe it’s calling me home to a time when I would lose myself between letters on a page. Whatever the reason may be, here I am on a rainy mother’s day sitting in my childhood home, finding the words.