I make note of a thought that may not come back. I scribble down a memory that I wish to cherish. I pen down a character when I meet an individual I hope I could immortalise. I let the sceneries, objects and people around inspire me. I express a feeling. I share the joy. I spread the love. I voice the anger. I complete what I start. I make the words count. I write.
Between cotton sheets, between magazines.
Between cuddles, between arguments.
Between notepads, between laundry piles.
At work, at lunch hour. In Metro, in the cab. At events, at conferences. In the kitchen, in cubicles.
I don’t judge my first drafts, my completed works.
I just write.
For, “Write, whenever (& whatever) you can, and even when you can’t. And write until you reach the end.” Is the best advice I can ever give anyone.