I am a writer and I love words. I chose this profession on the basis of my love of writing. I love telling stories, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean white lies but stories of life, stories of humans, stories of emotions. I feel a sense of wholeness when I write. I hold a pen and start writing in a notebook. I open up my laptop and start to type away and right now I am enjoying the simple act of typing my thoughts. Love has no reason and I so agree with it. The pleasure of writing is in proper acknowledgment and admiration. I write to understand my reactions to different situations. I write to make sense of how others react to me. I write so that I can feel one with my thoughts.
Everything that happens is a source for ideas. Even a difficult experience can be turned into fodder for a story, poem or book. This can be transformational. I can access the minds of the readers and touch their life. I write to make sense of the thoughts in my head, to bring out parts of myself into something tangible. Writing allows me space and time to express myself more authentically than I might in conversation. Not only is the process of writing challenging and exciting, when I am finished I have the reward of a story that I have brought to life. I feel that writing is a soothing exercise which helps me to make sense of the world by exploring my own written ones. Writing expresses feelings in a way that is only possible through the process of putting words on paper–and that is an irreplaceable experience. I just love words and writing, and I want to share this love with others.
I’m hopeful that my love of writing will continue to grow. For my readers and for my friends. Anyone who has this passion knows what I mean. And with my writing I am hoping to bring the writer out in each of us. Aristotle’s definition of happiness is ‘deploying your full force along lines of excellence.’ Being a writer lets me do exactly that. I work hard. My work is good and useful. I am happy doing it.
I am participating in Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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