Sometimes, when you have fallen off a very high cliff and are rescued, it’s rather easy to become awestruck with the one who saves you. It could be a sexy paramedic (if it’s an actual cliff), and it could (if it’s an emotional cliff) be a talk, a book, a magical person that enters your world at the right time.
My saviour was writing.
It always has been. From the earliest days when I only just learned how to spell and hold a pen, until now. I have filled hundreds of journals with the feelings I could never express beyond my invisibly sewn lips. There were days that writing literally saved my life. I have fallen off so many cliffs and it was always there to pick me up again, one piece at a time.
Last year I had two writing muses enter my life. [Read more…]