Ibiere Addey
I am a bit like popcorn in a hot pot — always bursting, always becoming. That is what words have always done to me. Stories, poems, half-formed thoughts, scraps of dialogue — they find me everywhere. I have scribbled on paper, in notebooks, on my phone, in the corners of busy days, and on anything that will hold still long enough to catch an idea. To me, every moment carries the possibility of a story.
I love the way words can hold truth, feeling, mischief, memory, and meaning all at once. I write to make sense of what lingers, to give breath to quiet thoughts, and to turn ordinary moments into something worth pausing for. So far, I have written over nine children’s books, two young adult books, and a novel, with many more still waiting for their turn.
By day, I work in IT, moving through meetings, deadlines, strategy, and the strange theatre of office politics. But flip the coin, and there I am with notepads, loose paper, laptops, tablets, and every possible thing I can use to catch a line, a poem, or the beginning of a book. I live somewhere between structure and imagination, and honestly, I cannot imagine a world without stories. It would be far too quiet, and I would be bored stiff.
A world without stories would feel far too quiet for me.
Not sure what the world will be without stories. I will be bored stiff. Let’s say my role play is like two sides of a coin: An I.T Specialist at day time: meetings, work deadlines, skiing through office politics, but flip the coin to the other side there’s me with papers, notepads, laptop, tablets and any item that can capture a story, a poem, or an idea for a book. Never a dull moment when stuck in my digital letters.