"You Write?"

"You Write?"

         I have never referred to myself as a writer though I will say I am a person who writes; any further questions and I revert to "hobbyist," drawing attention away from writing and rambling on about various crafts, reading, board games, --anything to avoid discussing that (and what) I write.

         Often, I find myself frustrated, wondering why it feels like such a big deal. Is it a bad thing? Am I ashamed that I write?

         I could speculate for days on the reasons for this behavior and still not have a conclusive answer...

         Writing, to me, has always been my outlet, my escape from the the world. To further that cliché, writing allowed me to express feelings that I could not vocalize, to make fiction of realities that were too painful to face.

         On another level, however, writing, for me, is just a natural occurrence –like blinking or yawning. Without rhyme [well, sometimes...] nor reason, I will just find myself writing.

         I do not like all that I write. In fact, I believe that very few of my writings are worthy of sharing with others, but I cannot help myself. My muse is like a second bladder, if you will; if I allow it to get too backed up, I fear I may explode!

         I do, however, believe that, even in the worst writing, the author bares, shares, and leaves behind a piece of their soul. That piece of soul left behind, the emotions it may reveal... those, I believe, are what I am afraid of revealing –afraid of discussing...

         "You write?"

         "Yeah..."

         "What do you write?"

         "Words."

         "Poetry? Stories?"

         "My Soul."



Word Count: 282 words.
Written On: December 29, 2009
Notes: This was just a flow of thoughts...