As a life-long writer, creating with the written word is like breathing to me. Whether I write in the self-development or thriller genre, it affects me on the inside, and I see it changing people and things around me. Choosing to write books is one of those things that I’ve experienced as cold, unexpected bludgeons over the head or fluffy bunny moments that I never want to leave. Yes, it can be a cruel but blissful profession… just ask my family who has lost their mama at times. Hell, I don’t even recognize myself after writing marathons. There are the red zombie eyes frozen to the computer, pits reeking from a soap deficiency, and a tummy begging for even a morsel of quality food. And even when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing or the lack there of. I usually binge on the entire season of Alias when I have writer’s block… works like a charm! Ahhh, the writer’s life…
Oh, I love it, though!
I’ve never regretted writing anything…well, except for maybe a long-winded, sappy love letter or an overtly brutal slam in a text. As a human life, writing can always improve, even redos and retractions may not calm the storm created by the first choice, and there is always another way. That was my deep, philosophical persona peeking her head out of the closet… gotta love her.
I do believe that as we go further into our writing practice we are more able to pinpoint the purpose of a project and execute its full nature and birth into the world. After all, if you keep doing something enough, you get better at it… period. Your instincts come to the surface more easily and unbridled creativity shows.Watching yourself grow as a writer is definitely a “fluffy bunny” experience.
Words are energy. Words are powerful. Choose them wisely no matter what or why you write. Spill your writer guts here, my friends! Tell me why you write and what soothes and what hurts. Or, as a reader, what do you want to feel when you invest your time in someone else’s words?