Still.
I need space
around words
to help me think.

Still.
I need space
around words
to help me think.

Once upon a time, three women who love to write, lived in the same neighborhood. On an island. In Malaysia.
One of them had an idea.
“Why don’t we form a writers group?” Two were especially eager to learn from the published author among them. All wanted to grow their writing skills and fulfill some writing goals.
In 2015, RagTag Writers was born.

Picking up a pen. And opening my notebook to a fresh page. I keep writing.
Remembering times I’ve jotted down thoughts in Southeast Asia’s tropical humidity. Hands sticking to the paper. Ink smudging along the way.
Or cities on the subcontinent where I’ve huddled in a blanket. At my desk. On mornings when tile floors and no heat mean cold seeps into the bones.
Regardless, I keep writing.
