Once upon a time – a very long time ago – I used to write. I wrote a mystery novel when I was fifteen (it sucked), I dabbled in poetry during the HSC (which also sucked). I journalled. I spent my uni years writing gloriously clichéd fanfiction (mostly to avoid the endless essay writing).
I drifted away from writing stories – due to a lack of time, motivation, inspiration – to documenting my stories visually, mostly through photographs and scrapbooks.
Maybe one day I’ll write some more …
Everybody has a story to tell – might as well make it pretty!