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 me to new worlds, they taught me to feel for other people. I had many fictional teachers.
This is a space for everyone who shares a love for words.