Why do I write?

Because sometimes, even in paradise, it rains.

Whether the rain is literal, today it is raining heavily, or just in my head.

Writing helps untangle the skeins of thoughts, disentangle things that are pure fantasy, ----the bad tempered unicorn can get herself out of the holly bush--, from those that need my attention.

To remind myself that I am privileged, I am literate, have access to technology. I can afford a roof over my head, food on my table and still find time to write down those stories that bounce around in my skull.

To share my stories, it's a great buzz if somebody likes one of my little tales, if I get a like or a comment, or if I read someone else's piece and think yes I get it! They think the same way as I do.

I cannot afford to self publish, I don't write well enough to enter competitions, but sharing my writing on prose gives me great pleasure.