I am a writer.
That's the first time I've ever written that. I've yet to say it out loud to someone. Anyone.
I'm not a great writer - sometimes I'm hardly good - but I do write. And that makes me a writer.
With time - and practice - I will improve and hone this craft I'm so passionate about. I used to be much better, but time away has caused my talent (if you'll allow me to call it that) to slack. I used to write articles for a couple small newsletters - read fewer then 20 people read them - but I still wrote them and I believe I still have my first published article somewhere.
Why do I write?
I write:
to express myself
to be heard
to relax
because I feel I have something to say
because I love taking fresh, crisp, blank paper and filling it with my thoughts, dreams, desires, stories, poetry..
I write because I can't not write. Even if no one will ever read it, I still write. Every day. I carry a journal in my purse, everywhere I go. I have at least two shelves full of filled journals, and those are some of my most treasured possessions.
For me, writing is oxygen. Breathe in ... exhale ... write some more.
Join me here...
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