A thought.
Inspiration: A Writer’s Duty
I hear a voice that tells me stories.
There is an English speaking voice inside my head. It tells me stories.
Sometimes, I just start writing and it comes to join me, steering my right hand towards the shape of words I didn’t even know I could write.
On other occasions, it simply comes in the middle of the night and whispers it all in my ear. It is careful enough not to wake me but I know better. If I didn’t, those magnificent words would be gone by the morning onto someone else’s notebook.
Those are always the best stories. The ones that came to me. The ones I didn’t search for. The ones that are looking for me, instead of me looking for them.
I know that if I didn’t write every day, neither my hand, my spirit, my sleep nor my soul would have enough experience to know when a good story was being born.
This is a story I dreamed of,
This is a story I searched for,
Hello dear reader, I’m Sally. I live surrounded by stories spinning around me, filling my rooms, taking over my days, following me everywhere, and sleeping in my bed. I want to share with you all of them.
