It’s more than just putting words on a page—it’s about creating worlds, building lives, and giving breath to thoughts and emotions that might otherwise go unspoken. When I write, it feels like I’m unlocking something that lives deep inside me. It’s a part of me that needs expression, that thrives on creativity and connection. Writing gives me purpose. It grounds me, excites me, and sometimes even heals me.

Right now, I’m working on a story. It’s still growing, still finding its voice, but every time I sit down to write, I feel completely immersed in it. These characters I’m shaping—they begin to feel real. Their struggles, their triumphs, their quiet moments—I carry them with me even when I’m not writing. It’s like holding a secret world inside me that’s slowly being revealed.

But my love for writing began with reading.

Books have always been a kind of escape for me. The moment I open a book, the world around me fades. I can close my eyes and feel like I’m there—walking beside the characters, hearing their thoughts, smelling the air in their world. I’ve travelled to places I’ve never seen, felt emotions I’ve never lived, all because of words carefully placed by someone brave enough to tell a story.

Reading and writing are my twin passions. One feeds the other. Every story I read teaches me something—about pacing, about dialogue, about human nature. And every word I write brings me closer to understanding myself and others.

I write because I love it. I write because it lights a spark in me.
And I read because it reminds me how powerful words can truly be.