Memories are lovely but can’t live in them
There is magic around if your heart is open and your mind wide
When readers react to your work regardless of origin and they are taken by it
Dreams long forgotten come true
When I say I am a writer
The eight year old me remembers all the old notebooks she still owns
I have taken  my own breath away when I say I am a writer
Some dreams come true when you don’t expect them to happen
Later than expected but happening now
Still don’t believe it