I always wanted to write, always wanted to be a writer, not a published writer, but a writer who just writes.
My life so far splits half China half Australia, being first half in China, later half in Australia.
I wrote madly for 5 years in Chinese, then wrote nothing for 15 years. I started to write in English 3 months ago and I have been writing…something.
Someone asked me yesterday is writing like therapy for me. I wasn’t prepared for the question really, but I answered ‘ when I write, I am me.’ .
Only when I heard myself saying that, I realised writing is part of me. When I write, I am at ease, I feel at home. I make sense of this world and the people in it through writing.
I wrote and posted different flavoured pieces on this blog to explore my personal writing style. I continue to try writing different topics to navigate. When the direction is unclear, I let my muses and keyboard guide me.
I write when curling up in my comfortable bed, sitting in a noisy cafe, on a quiet park bench, in a squashed train carriage, on the picnic rug by the beach…and right at this moment, I am writing as I am walking in a crowded station at peak hour.
Writing is my everyday life, everything is in it and surrounding it…in this period of my life and perhaps beyond.
‘Home is where the heart is.’