There’s an itch inside me—a place I can’t ‘scratch’ with my fingers. I’m itching for a pen/pencil/computer to let the feelings out. Sometimes the medium required is pastels, oil paint or watercolor. I need to create! The hardest step is the first one. I’m afraid I can’t do the fire justice; the words won’t flow; the art will be ‘rubbish.’ But once I sit down, lift the pen, open the Word document, squeeze out burnt umber onto the canvas, I’m in that other world. the world where nothing else matters but to let the fire within pour out.