From Factory Floor to Fictional Worlds: How Writing Became My Breath of Fresh Air
When I first started writing, my tools were humble: a small notepad and a trusty pencil. They were my constant companions, tucked into my lunchbox as I navigated the monotonous rhythm of a medical device manufacturing plant. Day in and day out, the work felt like a broken record, each shift a carbon copy of the last. But then, something changed. Between the whirring of machines and the repetition of tasks, I found an escape. With each scratch of my pencil, I began to build worlds, crafting entirely new people and vibrant landscapes that existed only in my imagination. It was invigorating, a jolt of pure creativity that broke through the mundane. This, I realized, was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. The Hard Truths of Life But as many of us know, life isn't always that simple. The practicalities of putting food on the table and keeping a roof over your head often dictate your path. Work consumed my every waking moment, leaving little room for anything else. It was inc...