When I was several years into my career as a physicist, I started taking evening classes. I was frustrated with my life and I knew that I was searching for something but I had no idea what it was, so I tried the lot: life drawing, Thai cookery, Indian dancing, French lessons… and finally, creative writing. And the strange thing was that, until that moment, I hadn’t really considered writing to be something that I could do. I hadn’t written so much as a short story since leaving school. But once I started, I couldn’t stop. It was as though I had finally found the right way to express myself. It was more than that as well, because the more I wrote the more I learned about what I wanted to say, and why. Something clicked into place through the combination of creation, communication and imagination that writing offers. It is a wonderful feeling, to realize who you are and what you want to do. Even now that strikes me as a rare and valuable thing.

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