Why don’t I write more often?

Writing was an escape for me as I was growing up. It was a place for me to be in my head. In my world of imagination. Where I lived. Where I survived. Where I thrived. No one could reach me there. It was the perfect hiding space.

And now I am before people. There are various platforms for me which have been designed by my writing. This grace God has given me with the pen is my destiny. Dare I share my hiding space with the world? That is a tall order to ask.

How do you take your private domain and make it public? What safe space would there be left? I don’t know but I’m going to experiment with it in boldness.