Writing

I've always harbored the dream of becoming a writer. Being the quiet, introverted type, my external voice rarely made a peep, but my inner voice? Well, that's the life of the party in my head. You won't catch me starting a YouTube channel, facing the camera and unleashing my opinions, because that's a one-way ticket to a full-blown panic attack.

But put a keyboard in front of me, and it's like the universe handed me a sandwich. In a world with limitations I can do whatever I want, however I want, in what language I want  and create a million different universe. In one moment, I'm a fearless Viking warrior; in the next, I'm a brain surgeon in a multiverse where brain surgeons are presidential candidates (yes, I'm the master of exaggeration, but you get my drift, right?). Of course, you do, you clever banana. 

In my everyday life, it's a symphony of mundane, but when I'm in the writing zone, I'm the most fascinating person in the world.

In a world that often feels as dull as black and white TV, writing adds the splash of color my otherwise drab existence desperately needs.