Dear Writing...

You're the best therapy there is

Dear Writing,

Who knew? Who knew you would be the thing that saved me mentally, physically, financially? Who knew that when I would escape to the woods, in the Yorkshire Dales as a pretentious teenager with my notebook and pen to write poems, that I was already manifesting a place in this world as a writer? No one, least of all I, could have guessed that despite all the obstacles - and most of those are within my own head - I would find myself here, making my living as a writer.

There are lots of exciting things happening for me as a writer