Writing Against Time
I thought my last post for the year would be different – a bit lighter, perhaps. But yesterday someone asked me why I write as if I am running out of time. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t even realised it myself.
Then it hit me.
I write all these stories and thoughts because I really feel like I am running out of time, and I feel that urgency every single day.
I write because I have a daughter and I want her to live in a world where she feels free, safe and able to decide what to do with her body and her future. I want her to live in a world where respect is not a privilege but a given – where men stop treating women like shit.
I write because no matter how hard I try I feel that I haven’t done enough to convince people to care more about this fragile planet we call home. I now have a grandson and I know the threats climate change will have on his future. So, no, I can’t slow down. I won’t. I’ll keep writing until the words turn into change – because time isn’t a luxury I have to spare.
Wishing you a joyful and fulfilling 2025.
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