Why do I Write?

This is 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

When I was younger I never thought about writing. I may have had a little interest in English but not to the extent I thought about it once I left school. Although I did enjoy the idea of writing for a magazine which took me to media studies in GSCE. Once I left school this also faded, though thinking about it now it was more because of the love for the film how to lose a guy in 10 days rather than a future career choice.

Until now I have never realised I continued to write. I enjoyed writing letters to pen friends I made on holiday at a young age of 10 and from then, and to my auntie too. My letters grew as I wrote to my army boyfriend throughout my teens, which I still have to this day for safe keeping, we read them when we come across them every time. I loved the receiving of a hand written letter and truly miss them now.

I’m still waiting for this one.

I used to write a daily diary, which back then, in the year 2000 was probably the norm and filled with the crap any young girl would write. Scribbled all over it would be the school girl crushes I had like any normal teen. I had the biggest crush on my next door neighbour whose initials destroyed all of my school books 😂 Oh the stuff I used to write makes me laugh now.

Give me any excuse to buy a new pad and I would take it. Yearly diaries, note pads, sketch pads the lot. Still now I have numerous pads which I alternate between. Why I need so many I don’t know but who doesn’t love a new book to write in? Ooh along with a fancy pen.

My current selection

So why do I write? When I write it clears my mind, once it’s on paper I feel I can process it better and it’s off my chest. If you can’t talk about it to someone then write it down. No one is going to read it, so it doesn’t have to make sense, right?

Now I’ve grown into who I am I found my love for writing and it now has purpose. For unknown reasons I would have reoccurring dreams and thoughts which I needed to release. Some would be snippets, some long, faces who I didn’t even recognise some I knew, no matter what it was I started with little notes, which then turned into a few pages scribbled into a note book. As they became more frequent and I had more time on my hands they then made it to my laptop. I then just thought ‘I’m going to mix all these thoughts up and make it into a story’. That day I wrote for fun and creativity.

When my story ended with 59,000 words I then found the courage to send my book to publishers and had several responses. From this I thought maybe it was the time to let others read it. After decisions and discussions my first book Spontaneously Reckless was self published on 29th November 2019 on Kindle and Amazon. That day I wrote for myself and my dreams.

So my book is out now, and sales are being made and reviews are being written, I now felt a sense of achievement in something I never saw as ‘a big deal’. Any writer/author would love the dream of making it big, I know I do. I would love to be one of the lucky ones like J.K Rowling and E.L James and get a contract with my book being film. That’s the dream. A dream I feel is all it will ever be, and with that in mind I’m completely fine with that as when I write I escape the world around me, I enter a bubble and absorb into my characters lives and their stories. This is when I write to relax and lose myself.

Now my third book has been self published, I loved writing this one the most as I tried something new. Since November 2019 I have met several new characters, all within my head, I’ve made friends with them, fell in love with them, shared experiences with them, got to know them and even fell out with them. Each which my readers have also experienced. I have laughed and cried when writing my story and so have my readers. As well as a little naughtiness to get them through the lonely nights 😏.
Receiving reviews and private inbox messages brightens my day, talking about my books brings joy to my hobby and I love the interest my readers show. Having only been a self published author for 5 months I feel I have already learnt and experienced so much thanks to the support I have received, I cant wait to see whats in store in years to come. 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 everyday 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. The main reason I write? I write because I can and 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

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