I write because it costs nothing. Ikea give you free pencils and there’s always something around to scribble on – a napkin, a receipt, a wall, a limb.
Whatever made me think I’d be immune? I’d read the blog posts about pressure sapping creativity and the danger of writing for your audience instead of yourself and shrugged it off with nonchalant naivety – that didn’t sound like me at all…
“What’s your niche?”
It’s a question every blogger faces. Now I wouldn’t say I’m claustrophobic, but I find being catalogued creatively limiting. If you take into account my change of name, change of religion, change of country, amalgamation of culture, I think you’ll agree I’m kinda difficult to pin down.