wow! its been awhile since my last post but I'm feeling the need to come back to writing...returning to words
I remember my fisrt experience with writing. It was in elementary school, first grade to be exact. My teacher had informed the class of an exciting new project that awaited us....writing creative stories. "O joy", I thought to myself. Me and writing hadn't yet established the most loving relationship. It was more like ripping a band aid off one's skin; painful, with no hope of relieve in sight.
Somewhere after the fourth or fifth or sixth creative story we were strongly "suggested" to write, I found that writing wasn't the slimmy, invested puss thing that ate the algea in a swamp but it could in fact be, if I let it, something quite beautiful...
So here I am again allowing the coals to burn on the fire that fuels my love of writing. I think when I was younger I was afraid to admit that I actually liked writing. It had to do with buying into a lie that I wasn't good enough, smart enough, witty enough, to put a collection of words together and say something of worth; of value, of importance to me, regardless of anyone standing behind me cheering me on. But the truth is, I'm just me and I can't be anyone else. No longer am I afraid to admit one of my greatest joys...writing!
Im returning, returning to words!