An indulgent first post

I love words. I love watching words transform into images. I love the soft taps they make on my keyboard as they fill the screen, how they add weight to paper. I love looking for the right word: capturing something intangible into the shape of a linear sentence. I love reading something written a hundred years ago and half a world away, and feeling as if the writer wrote only with me in mind. I love sitting still while words flood my mind, preferably with a steaming cup of tea at arm’s length. Growing up, words were like magic to me. They transported…