Sometimes it’s enough to be inside on a cold and snowy night and know the world outside is silent and peaceful. 

Sometimes it’s nice not to worry about anything beyond the screen in front of me and the characters in my head. 

Sometimes the world I create on the page makes so much more sense, and is so much easier, than the real world in which I live. 

Sometimes I have to write because nothing else will quiet the muse… or the demons.

Posted by Kristina in Life at 01:03 AM Permalink