You know you are a writer when…
No. I am not published. So I am not an author…Maybe someday?
But I am a writer.
Because I have to be. I was created that way.
When others need to
call someone to express themselves over a hurt or to re-live a joy, I need a
pen and paper. I just have to write it.
That’s what makes me a writer. It’s how I vent. It’s how I find a smile again. It’s how I
think things through. It’s not enough to say it. I must write it.
I have multiple
notebooks full of my ramblings. They may never mean much to anyone else, but
they have helped me to keep my sanity. And sometimes my temper. I can rant and
never offend. I can lecture and not have someone be turned off by my passion. I
can get sentimental and weepy, and not embarrass myself or others. I can be silly
and imagine things I wouldn’t want to share.
Writing is an outlet
for my emotions, my thoughts, and my spirit. I can be fully me, unchecked. It
is my safety net, my Ebenezer, or memorial stone. Writing is a survival tool
for me. It is part of who I am. I am a writer.
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