Why I write.

My name is S. Rizzotto and I have been writing for the last twenty years. I first started writing as a way to escape my brutal surroundings as a child to a place I could create by writing that which I could call my own. You see, I grew up in a very strict house with very strict rules and was treated less then a dog. Writing for me was everything I had ever wanted. In a way I could create the perfect life. The perfect house, parents, and siblings. As time progressed I started to write as a way to release feelings I had pent up inside myself for years. When I was fifteen I tried to kill myself. Not because I was being selfish but because I needed an escape from all the pain and agony I was forced to endure. My success was nil as you can see because here I am and though at the time there was a part of me that really wanted to die, I was glad I did not. Through that frightful day I was able to see. I was finally able to see myself in retrospect. I was able to look back and take all those horrible memories and put them on paper. I was able to write about them in ways that I saw fit without anyone telling me I could not. I realized writing was a way for me normally a quiet person to be as loud as I possibly could.

I have since written because my mind is flush with ideas and thoughts, poems, lyrics, and stories. Items that would please the masses. Items I could feel proud about. Items that could help someone who was or had gone through the same issues. I knew at the age of fifteen that writing was what I was supposed to do in this life.

Writing has since taken me to places I could have never imagined because I never gave it up. Writing for me is very much the same as breathing.

In fact because I never gave it up I was awarded three times as poet of the year, once as international poet of the year, once as poet of the year even as far away as in London. I have written and published a book of poetry and a audio cd of the same. It is because of writing that I am who I am to this day. I look forward to what tales the ink and parchment will bring in the future and long for the day when I can look back and say, I wrote that.

S. Rizzotto