I haven’t really written anything in three years. I have lines, paragraphs, drafts but everything feels like snatches of thoughts and nothing really concrete that I can hold on to.
Three years ago, I moved countries again. This time, from Nigeria to Canada. The move had been a long time coming - three years- and I felt like I was ready- relived and excited even.
But I haven’t written in three years so I don’t know.
This is not me writing, or even posting- it’s me facing the empty page and the fear of being perceived and hitting publish on…something…to prove that it’s not that scary and I can do it again.