Why I Write
“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” — Louis L’Amour Why I write? Well. Good question. Probably because it is easier than screaming my thoughts from my backyard and expect people to hear them and engage in discussions as a result. More seriously, I started writing to give my thoughts a wider and more structured space to blossom. I remember the first lines that came out, by the lakeside (not the worst view to get inspiration isn’t it) after a very early morning swim. With music in my earphones, taking advantage of a work break, I opened a blank word document and let my mind coordinate with my typing fingers on how to organize the many words, battling to come out. I wasn’t thinking while writing. As if the thoughts had been rehearsing the moment they would be jotted down on paper (or screen in this case). Few minutes and a couple of pages later, I stopped. As relieved from an unknown pressure. From that day I would look forward to ...