I write so I can breathe.
That's how it feels when I let go and do the thing I love to do. No over analysing. No worrying about the world. Just me and the characters in my head and the stories they want me to tell. Everything fads away. The band of tension around my chest, the fizzing anxiety that hums through my body. It all goes away and I can breathe.
The world is full of chaos and turmoil right now. I have no idea what it means for anybody. The sense of normality and stability has been ripped away and that's scary.
All I know is that I will find a way to do the thing that I love and I will get my stories out to the world, however that might be. Because lets face it, how can I stop if stopping means not breathing?
I've finished my first novel while enjoying copious amounts of chocolate and cake.