Writing in English when it's a second language is not for the faint-hearted. Choosing to write in English when I had only spoken English was a rebirth, a dismantling of self, yes, I ceased to be for a bit when I started out. I lost myself for awhile, nothing I wrote made sense but I kept going, I kept finding clues and in the reconstruction of self my stories grew and yes, they're odd, they're different, they're not grammatically perfect, but neither am I.