I get inspired by the beautiful gifts inside people. 
I hope that I will never lose the gift of sight.
When I read, I look for someone I know, or someone I could aspire to be. So, I sincerely hope the stories I tell and the characters each and everyone meets, are someone you can relate to, someone you can learn from.

What I love most about writing:

When you write down stories, it not only allows you to travel through time and space, but it makes you aware of the most insignificant things that happen around you.

Example:
On my way to church, I saw a little white dog sitting on the pavement. A cold gust of wind flopped its tiny ears, made him flick out his tongue and I wondered whether it was cold, or thirsty.
I wondered why the dog sat on the pavement and not in the yard.

Then along came a bigger dog. The little dog took one look at it and shot up from its hindquarters then tottered across the heavily trafficked street.
At first, I thought the little dog was looking out for cars, but then I realized the reason why he kept on looking over his shoulder was to check up on the bigger dog.

So, when the little dog reached the other side of the street, he hesitated, and after he was satisfied that the big dog had no intentions of following him across, the little dog sat down on the pavement.
A cold gust of wind flopped its ears and he flicked out his tongue.
I wondered whether the little dog was cold, or thirsty.
I wondered why the little dog was sitting on the pavement and not in the yard...

True story.

Love, liezelanna