I write because it sets me free; like a bird soaring up to the sky where the warm sun is and at night the stars shine with its simple beauty along the moon with its gentle pale light. Flying away from that old world I was born in. Away from those people that judge me before they knew my name and tell me how and what things have to be done.
Let myself surround in a new world where nothing is impossible. No one tells me what to do and can decide for myself what is best. Where there is such thing as magic and animals can talk, trees have a soul, deep lakes hold a worthy secret to the pure-hearted seekers and the great force that we interpret as Gods are actually two great spirits connected to magic. Everything what you see is a part of magic, everything that you know is only the tip of the iceberg of the real truth. Along discovering the truth I can live in my characters that I create. Letting my heart beat as one with the character and the emotions swim wildly to the situations I place them into. Letting paper become the body, the ink its blood and the words its character and soul. I cry with them, share the pain and burden but also laugh and smile with them.744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjOKkWpmS4q
In every story I write there is at least a spark of me in a certain character. A part of my soul. In one story there appears my darker side in another the careful thought and in a different one the warm caring side of me.
They leave me with great happiness and a spark of pride to have written something so great and unique. Rest assured not too much pride but like that of a child when drawn a picture or created a figure out of clay. So happy of what I have written I want to share it with the world. Show the others what I see and feel. Show them a part of my freedom, my life and my creativity.744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmWoWzaZp2L
No matter what I write and when, it sets me free. Free like a bird in the sky soaring...744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdedvrMXjZP
