Everyone does something for a different reason. Some people do just about impossible maths equations because they love the thrill of successfully working out 700 multipled by abc (you might be able to guess that’s not my thing). Some people love drawing because it’s an escape. I love writing as do many others because what my mouth fails to form into words, my keyboard always does. Sometimes I physically can’t say something but if I write it down it’s easier. I think it’s because it is there in black and white. I have no choice but to know what I’ve written because I can see it. There are no mind games involved with writing, whereas with speaking there are endless mind games.
I love being able to write something and thinking “wow – imagine if life was really like that. Imagine if unicorns really did exist”. I’ve never written about unicorns, but on a piece of paper, anything you want exists. I love being able to write a letter or a short story and forgetting that I’ve still got to do the dishes or the ironing. Writing is my reality. It is the only thing in my life that I don’t need proof for. The proof is provided for me – no sneaking and no secrets and that for me is pure bliss. It’s there in black and white – plain as day. I don’t bother with lengthy words like ‘antidisestablishmentarianism’ mainly because I don’t know what it means but I don’t see the point in using words I wouldn’t use in conversation. I want people to understand and engage with what I write and not lose interest at the first 10 letter word. I love the freedom that comes with putting a pen to paper or tapping my fingers on a keyboard. I don’t have to censor what I write for fear of offending someone – whereas with my words I do and I still end up offending people. I’ll never stop loving to write which is a great comfort to me. It’s the only thing in my life that is definite.
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