In the beginning....
There was me, myself and I and my thoughts. Yes, thoughts, ideas and a crazy imagination of a Pakistani-Danish girl who dreamed of having cool super powers. It took me a while to understand that the only superpowers I would ever have are those I allow myself to get from the depth of my rich imagination. And boy, I can imagine. There's no limit to what I can achieve once I get my creative juices flowing through the coils of my mind. The ideas are not one simple stream or a collective bind of orderly notions that just occur. No, they are entangled with complexity and emotions and all kind of things I have to separate first to pull out that one key idea 💡(ping) that makes a beautiful and meaningful story.
Right, now onto the moment I realised I wanted to be mad enough to pull out ideas from the ocean of wires of my complex mind filled with thoughts overlapping each other like a seasonal dressing on salad. The insane category I have placed myself into is called writer =W.R.I.T.E.R. and I am one. This is the beginning of my confessions of what pulled me into writing in the first place. It's simple. Passion.
Passion for unwiring emotions hidden inside myself and my thoughts and impressions and give them flesh, blood and character. Stories are not told, they are shown, and they can be powerful. My aim as writer is to show you things you are familiar with but you never knew existed. In doing so I hope to connect with your feelings, and wires and complex fast moving coils of your beautiful mind, without gauging into them, but just by the power of words. That's my passion. That's why I write.
Me, myself and I, and my thoughts in my wonderful hometown, Copenhagen.