Why do I Write? A question where every day the answer will vary.
“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”Anne Frank
I never thought about writing; it never once crossed my mind. I am still amazed I found this passion; well, perhaps it found me. As a young child, I loved to write diaries, notes, letters to pen friends and love letters to my army boyfriend, and until a few years ago, I never realised it was something constant in my life. I genuinely miss receiving a handwritten letter, don’t you?
I’m still waiting for my Hogwarts letter, as are my children.
Give me an excuse to buy a new pad, and I’ll take it, diaries, note pads, sketch pads, you name it. Thinking about it, I need a new one; the pages keep annoyingly falling out. Of course, I’ll have to rewrite everything and in my best handwriting too, until the second page at least.
So back to the question. Why do I write?
It clears my mind. Once it’s on paper, I can process it better, and it’s off my chest. It’s most likely a rant to my husband, so he doesn’t get the chance to forget; I find it’s the best way to express my feelings.
Lists. Lists are the best, most valuable things to write when living with a mind, so overrun it forgets the simplest things, and with four kids, this is a daily struggle.
In 2019 I found my love for writing, becoming my dream and giving it a purpose. With a beautifully creative flair for passion my imagination would create my stories and characters while in the land of nod. Easy huh? For days I’m scribbling every thought I remember. A dream diary, I call it, though anyone reading it may think they have stumbled upon Fifty shades of grey, or Emma, should I say. On these days, I write for fun and creativity.
When the sexy tales of Freya Bell started as an idea and ended with 65,000 words, my vision became the story I never expected, giving me the courage to consider publishing. In 2019 I self-published Spontaneously Reckless on Kindle and Amazon. On this day, my writing created my dream.
Following more sales than I anticipated and reading several reviews, I found the negativity towards my writing talent altering and instead felt a sense of achievement. I never considered self-publishing a book as a ‘big deal’. But it is only the beginning. The more I write, the more I believe I will be noticed one day, but even if I don’t, I never want to leave the bubble I enter when my fingers hit the keyboard, falling into someone else’s life. On this day, I write to relax and lose myself.
I have conditionally fallen in love with my characters. I know them like they are my best friends and have gone through their experiences with front row seats. I laugh and cry with them, and when I started receiving messages from my readers with their comments, I knew they do to. Without the support of my readers, friends and family, I would have stopped at every slight knockback, and for this reason, I write for my readers.
There are so many reasons for which I pick up a pen and make notes or open my laptop and write a paragraph or chapter. I can write every day, or I can have a week off. I can write a sentence and scribble it out. I can change her name or where he lives and how they meet. For that reason, I write because I can and because whatever I create, it’s mine.
You can write too!
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”Sylvia Plath