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Hot_Lips smiles as she shakes Quasimodos hand. She doesn't know him well but he is a familiar face she enjoys seeing in the streets.
As a young girl, I would watch my mother hovering over her journals as she immortalised her thoughts of the days events just as my grand-mothers have done before her. After putting me to bed at night, I could hear drag the heavy wooden chair towards the small writing desk by the window and she'd still be there in the early morning writing by the dying candlelight. I have taken that passion with me throughout the years and for the life of me, I can not exactly tell you what inspires me.
It can be anything from a crime gone wrong, witnessing a murder, a combination of thoughts by the kin of an old family friend and yes, my own mistakes. This world inspires me, I listen to it, learn from it and when I'm lucky enough to have ink in my pen, I try to make something of it and share it with those who wish to read my tale. |
