Always the quiet one more prone to listening than to jumping into a conversation, writing lets me take my time with words. Trying this one and that one. Moving this bit over to there and that bit here. Though I’m nowhere near calling myself a writer I do wish I was better at it and actively took the time to practice.
To skillfully put words on a page, sculpt them into sentences and paragraphs, articulating a thought or idea. To use words like an artist uses an array of colours applied to a canvas. To use a multitude of colours in harmony or a simple few but nevertheless expressing a thought perfectly. To create a setting, a scene or a situation which stays with the reader long after the page has been turned. It really can be a kind of magic.