Writing about my life is in my blood – I started journalling when I was about 7 or 8 years old and have never stopped (even during ‘breaks’ from blogging, I’m still writing something, somewhere.) Back then my first journal was a red wide-ruled spiral-bound notebook in which I penned my thoughts using blue ink and cursive. My very first entry was an eight-line poem about a chair written in the middle of the night because I couldn’t sleep. The combination of insomnia, writing about my life and needing to solidify it in ‘black and white’ is as natural to me as breathing and stretches far into my past – and I hope, far into my future (sans insomnia, of course!)
