my sister was a writer. i once told her i wanted to write but couldn't find a way to start writing. not even sure of what i wanted to say. she told me to write about moving into my house, my neighbours. i tired but never got far. i still listen to her words of advice. even recently i said to her that i had read a poem by a famous writer who i can't recall, who said, if you can't write then you are not a writer...if you don't spill words then give up trying basically. my sister said 'rubbish'. somehow her dismissal of this depressing assertion made me still hopeful that i may one day be able to unlock the writer within.
now she has gone and i just thank her for her support. even though i still can't unleash myself.