Saturday, June 23, 2012


I have been inspired by this girl Natalie Rose, in more ways than one. But the current post she has written titled "Why I Write" has inspired me this morning to write this.

I sit here on my bed, with My Maccy. It's Saturday morning. Bon Iver's  station is playing on Pandora, My Fab 4 are watching cartoons and probably eating way too many donuts, My Giant is at work, the rains have stopped for now, and I feel like writing.

No link ups.

No giveaways.

Just me.

Have I ever told you my beloved readers that I love to write? (Hello Captain Obvious) I don't love it because your reading. I have written proof of countless post that no one will ever read. So no, I don't love it because you might comment on what I say. Although I truly do treasure every comment, every writer does, but that's not why I write. I don't love it because I think it will bring me fame and fortune someday. Although the fortune would be nice, I already feel famous in my own little spot on planet earth. I don't write because I feel this is the only way I can express myself, but I do feel it's one my best forms of communication. I write because I like words.

Words are prophetic.

Words are love documented.

I write because it's my therapy. I write because I feel I have something to say. I write because everyday I feel the moments slipping away, and somehow if I get it out there in writing it stays with me a little bit longer.  The moments stay. Time stands still in words.  I love to play with words. I like to create with words. I like to paint with words. I like to imagine with words.

Words are my muse.

Words are glorious.

I am also challenged on a regular basis to write better. After reading an amazing novel I put the book down and think to myself, that was a powerful experience. I think that was just glorious, being transported to the world of Words just now. Everyone and everything can be buzzing in such a rushed movement all around me, and I get consumed in the world of words. I suppose this doesn't make much sense to those who don't have this appreciation of reading and words. I feel sorry for them. Truly those who have not discovered the gift that is words, I feel they are missing out on a whole other planet. The Planet Words.

Words are powerful.

Words are encouraging.

There has also been so many times in my life that I can honestly feel the pen, or in this case my fingers taking on a life of their own. I used to think it odd when I would hear of authors being almost possessed by something that caused this story to come out of them, until it happened to me. Then my eyes were opened and I realized that I too have the capacity to write an entire novel, okay well maybe not a novel, but certainly a children's story, and not even remember how it happened. Granted this doesn't happen very often, but it does happen.

Words are playful.

Words are poignant.

When I open an empty post page and I have an idea of something I want to write about, my heart starts to beat a little bit faster. When I hear the happy buzz of tappity tap tap that means my fingers are creating right before my eyes it makes me feel purposeful. It makes me want more, and more, of that tappity tap tap sound.  It makes me want to just keep on tapping. Keep on writing. Keep on creating. Keep on documenting. Keep on recording the moments as they pass by. 

Words are amazing.

Words are good.

When I sit down with my favorite plain black Bic pen and I have a blank piece of paper and there is no one around, I could write for all eternity of the greatness that is words. When I read words that were written thousands of years ago and they still apply to my life today it causes an emotion to rise in my heart that is without measure. 

I write because I love it.

It is what makes my heart sing.
It has turned into much more than a hobby for me.
It has become a passion in this life.

It just started raining again, and I probably should go do the dishes and stop pretending that I'm getting paid to do this.


Kelly said...

OMG! A woman after my own heart!! You ARE, my friend! You ARE! Random factoid about me. When I was in about the 6th grade I wanted to become a nun because I thought I could write and help people. Both I felt called to do! How funny huh? Until recently I forgot about that part of myself. I am loving rediscovering it!

Rachel said...

I could identify with every bit of your post. Words are amazing, I love being able to use them to write stories and reflections...the written word helps my frail memory when I write down all the treasured times of my life. For me, my love of words manifests itself not only in a love of writing but also in a love of lingusistics and of multiple languages--the deep differences and important similarities between languages fascinate me.

browndogcbr said...

Hi Y'all,

Yep, without words even a mere pawed critter like myself would be at a loss to communicate.

Just wanted to stop to see if y'all are havin' a fun weekend. Hope so! Wishin' y'all a great and a wonderful summer! Stay cool!

Y'all come by now,
Hawk aka BrownDog

LeiShell said...

I can totally relate! When I was 9 I told everyone I was gonna be an author! And in every year in hs I won awards (even a scholarship)...and then took a few years off. Those years away felt like something missing. I write all the time now on my blog to let those old creative juices overflow again. I loved this post because you put it exactly how I feel about it!

christina said...

lovely post!!

N. Rose said...

"I write because everyday I feel the moments slipping away, and somehow if I get it out there in writing it stays with me a little bit longer."

so powerful. so perfect. thanks for your kind words sis, you are such an inspiration to me and I love you so much!

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