Why I Write

I write because I feel an overwhelming need to produce words, phrases, sentences that say something. To make that something make sense and sound as beautiful as I can make it. Sometimes I fail miserably and at other times, I am pleasantly surprised at what I’ve created. At least those times when I don’t feel like an imposter.

I write because when I don’t write, I feel like I’m missing a big part of who I am. I wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t write. Just like not reading isn’t an option.

I journal and write life stories to explore my emotions and to find a path into and out of my life.

Some days, when I’m feeling brave or just fed up, I let my thoughts fall onto the page, uncensored. They reveal what I’ve always known to be true, but am afraid to confront. Like a pebble, when it’s thrown into the water skips a few times and then settles. This writing calms me. Soothes me. Returns all to its proper place.

I write alone. Sometimes I share. Most of the time I don’t because it’s scary and I don’t like feeling scared. And, still I write.