Why do I love writing?

For the same reason that I love to read.

In only seconds, I can fall through into a new world, far from whatever is going on around me.

In a flash, I can be sailing on the ocean,

Fighting pirates for the gold.

I can be feeling the absolute devastation

Of love’s labour lost

Or I can conjure a spell of such power

That no one can defeat me.

Ever since I was a small child, words have enthralled me,

called me,

soothed me,

enlightened me,

Fulfilled me.

I couldn’t live a life without stories.

If there is one thing that I need to live outside of the basics of food, shelter, water,

it is the magic within a good story.