“Writing soothes the soul.” Many writers have said that writing is therapeutic. I have always utilized my pen and pad as a bouncing board, a punching bag if you will. It has been my greatest source of therapy since I was old enough to write. At times, I would just copy things, anything, verbatim for the sheer joy of seeing the words form on the page. I was that geeky kid who, if the teacher gave a writing punishment I was elated. “Write 500 times I will not chew gum?” That for me was a reward. I’ve always just loved to write. Without even realizing it, an obsession turned into a full fledge career. People began to take my work seriously long before even I.
With each day my desire to write has grown. It is almost difficult to enjoy myself or focus on the task at hand when I am away from my laptop. I then have to resort to my notebook. I can hardly wait to return home to write. If you want to know which one I am in the room; look for the girl who is in the midst of a party, at the club or attending some function typing feverishly into her cell phone. I am definitely not texting. Oh no, I am watching you and those around me typing ideas into my date book to write about when I get home. Yes, that would be me…
Writing has been a positive and negative force in my world. It has been the excitement, encouragement and inspiration that have kept family and friends pushing me to continue pursing this career path. It has also been the source for trouble as I have written things down that have been mere dreams or visions, but not believed that they were any more than that. I have always written things down and I believe it is my source of understanding; not only for me, but to get my point across to others. I will write a thought down long before I try to explain it. This gives me a sense of confidence and the ability to know exactly what I want to say. Writing has always come naturally. It has been a blessing. It is surely my purpose. It is what I was born to do. I find, “When I talk I say too much; when I write I say just enough.”
Writing is as much a part of me as breathing and when I can’t do it I don’t feel alive. Why do I write? It is the essence of who I am. It is my alternative to speech. It allows me to think, to be as deep or as shallow as I choose; to be as honest as I want to be or fictitious. “Writing soothes my soul.”
