This morning as I was opening the door to venture out jogging, it started raining heavily. I was taken aback by the sudden downpour. It is unusual at this time of the year, but then unusual climatic conditions have been the rule rather than the exception in the recent past. Back in the house, I dusted off my stepper, calibrated it was was off huffing and puffing. The closest I could get to the outside weather was pumping the stepper next to an open window. The fresh air was as sweet though. The chirping birds resident in the bushes that grow on the riverside outside my window added to the ambience.
To me writing is very important, it is a way of life. As long I can remember I have been penning pieces on various topics. My first love though is creative writing, especially fiction. I am enrolling for a course soon to help sharpen my writing tactics in other areas like freelance journalism, children writing etc. It should be thrilling.
To write is to express oneself. To write is to mirror the environment around you. To write is to tell a story that would otherwise have been not been told. To write is to liberate one’s thoughts. To write is to capture one’s desires. To writes is to articulate ones aspirations. To write is to bring the world together. To write is to sing a song. To write is to conquer.
For me, to write is everything.
Thank you for reading. Tomorrow is another day.
