My whole life I wanted to be a writer, not a ballerina, teacher or nurse, not even a Mommy, just a writer. To be capable at an art form that can releases myself from myself. However, it can be difficult task. Putting the right words and thoughts together sometimes feels like climbing a mountain. You start with focused intention and gather sentences that will make sense, scaling up to the audience to reach the peak. It’s labor intensive and mentally coarse, as you reach deep inside yourself. Writing, editing and re-writing is an exhaustive effort that you hope will results in something readers can enjoy and relate to. Writers should raise us up, stories should connect us.
Sharing my life through words brings me happiness. Although I’m not a professional writer, I do throw myself wholeheartedly into my passion. The exercise helps me understand myself better while opening windows into other lives. And, like any artist, I want to express myself to get a genuine message out. It’s like standing naked in the town square when you finish a piece of work, exposing your inner thoughts and desires for all to judge. You should be comfortable in your own skin. Through my creation of authentic stories, I hope to be an instrument to start discussions or to just share basic emotions.
When I was little, I’d create little, short stories and draw pictures. I didn’t do it a lot, but when I did, I was totally enthralled. I think I liked doing the pictures best. Reading wasn’t a big thing in my house, so I didn’t grow up with any literary influences. It wasn’t until my 20s when I became a conscientious reader, and then my world opened up. I started out devouring novels but would end up falling in love with the authors, the amazing craftsmen. I’d ask myself, “how did they put this awesome book together?” The descriptive prose flowed from the pages directly into me. The combination of kind, bold or even gentle words was totally fascinating. I knew that I wanted to do that.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get to a level of excellence, but I remain quietly confident. I like to hear myself think. To aptly capture a true moment or situation is all I can do to fulfill my simple dream. A book might be a worthy goal in the future. I don’t really know. I’ll keep practicing in order to comfort myself, and to grow as a competent storyteller. I am always humbled when readers like my words, giving me their valuable time and attention. It means so much to me. And so, through my streaming insight and solid commitment, I will keep writing until I run out of words. And if you know me, you know that will never happen.