A writer in 2024, a poet in 2025

2024 was the year I was waiting for, 2025 is the year to explore.

Waking up in a city you only have lived in for a month after a thundering midnight’s change to a new year, feels like you wrote a prologue to a story that will begin now. Booming with force. Captured the reader’s attention by a sentence that struck their hearts. Out of curiosity, hopeful for a future in which dreams come true or for whatever reason they might pay an interest. As a writer I have to remember to keep ownership of the pen, typemachine and colours for print. Today is mine, and tomorrow will be written when the day is announced. So it begins, a new storybook of life full of wonder what the pages might reveal or that the story will even surprise me the author.

After a year of rebuilding me when ruins was all that was left of the years before, I take in my position to let the ink flow on the beat of my rambling thoughts. Make a film of disappearing colours of yesterday. Dance the night away to clear a path for tomorrow.

At the end of the day, after everything that has happened… I am still left reaching for words now it’s time for a first chapter to be written. So here I am, putting pictures on a vision board, lining out a future full of different chapters without even knowing what I will be doing six hours from now. It’s not because I don’t know what I want to happen in this book, but it’s the finally happening of all the possibilities that leaves me speechless. When not sleeping at night my mind started to ponder. Scratching paper until everything clicks into place.

Isn’t that it? I was worried about writing a book, well I should start with the manuscript. A bunch of words written just for me. Ready to experiment with puzzling words after a year of rebuilding me. So I should first order my speech, lay it out on a clear day.

With a spring in my step I simply can’t hide the “h” of hope and happiness, neither of hopping from place to place in search of a home for me or embracing the travel lifestyle. I am not far enough in my manuscript to know if it’s going to be either one or both.

I decided that as an author I let myself surprise in those times to see where the pen takes me, before my mind has caught up with it. After twentynine turns around the sun and currently in my thirtieth, there is one thing I know for sure… As long as I keep on writing, always exploring and letting my mind wander, there is always a story to tell.

Love,