It is the heart of winter, and the world feels so silent. There’s snow outside, and I love how it adds to the silence.

This is a perfect time to write intuitively, to sit in the quiet and let the words grow, find their way to my keyboard.

It’s such a great contrast with summer, when I love to write while having a drink outside on the terrace of a cafe, or back in my garden listening to the neighbours’ kids.

But, even though I don’t like the cold, I love this quiet, this white-out-world silence as a creative.

I think this is because winter is a blank canvas. In the silence, everything is possible.

Even these words.