My Favourite Escape

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Writing.

I write about things I want to see. Off this site, I've written about virtually everything, including rape, kidnap, stalking, eating disorders, how to get over death and generally how the past affects the present.

I'm gonna write forever; inside every notebook, on every scrap of paper, on takeaway and sweet wrappers, on my skin, on tissue-you can't always have paper at hand-and on a laptop and  I'm gonna love it. It takes so much work to acheive and I need that work like a vampire needs the blood. 

I'm stuck here but on paper I'm anyone anywhere; a lively, bubbly adult in Japan or shy, quiet teenager in New York. I can be in love or on the run. I can be a cat lady or a police officer. It is experience. Even if it is fake.

I love how when I write people can interpret every red as the one they like best. I might mean burgandy but you might see ruby. You can read about one of my horrible characters and make them ugly just judging on the wording I use to describe their personality. I could describe a steeple and you'll imagine something like big Ben. I love the idea that a reader can still make a story, by someone else, have their personal stamp on it. It's amazing.

I can write everything in my own way and no-one can change it. I have free will and others are free to hate it but I ain't changing nothing.

You can write everywhere. On the walls. That was a joke, by the way. I actually meant that you can write  in the poorest countries and just all over the world.

I can jump out of a plane and write a story at the same time. Imagine if I actually did that, it would probably be put in the Guinness world records. That would be awesome. It's like you're multi-tasking but really all you're doing is going somewhere else.

I can write from inside a moving car or outside when rain is pouring down from a grey sky. 

Writing has endless possibilities.  It's beautiful in its own way. 

It is my way of life. It is mine to enhance. It is my favourite escape.

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