I have been a writer all my life. Long before I kept a blog, writing different articles on anything that would ‘strike my fancy’ – I kept a blog in my head – and before that – in a journal. I really discovered my serious love for writing over 2 years ago. It is a strange and crazy world that few understand. A world where subjects are explored and where there is a certain freedom and anonymity. Most that read my writings and scribblings, ideas, opinions and humorous take on life – do not know me personally. Some do. But those who do know me, rarely read my stuff. Instead it is the “writers from another mother” who I converse with on a daily basis – and whose writings have blessed and touched me in return.
Writers have something basic in common. It transcends gender and generation. It is intangible and undefined. It is, simply – a likeness of mind. A desire to be heard and understood. A passion for getting thoughts and opinions out there. It is a serious calling – one that can be misunderstood, taken for granted, swept under the carpet, marginalized and judged. But for those of us that feel we have something “God-given” to say – to NOT say it - is like muzzling a horse – and constraining the inner voice.
There is a whole crazy thought life inside the writer. Our ‘take’ on life is different from anybody else. We paint the canvas with our words. We see things differently – with verbs, adjectives and metaphors – that pour out of us. A good story – and a wonderfully crafted paragraph is inspiring to us – and the finished product of yet another piece gives us a ‘high’ like nothing else.
Writers embrace new thoughts and ideas like no other – usually prolific readers – we love thought and reason – see romance in new ideas and peace and fulfillment in clear and uncompromising opinion. It makes us happy to be in that world – and to take others along with us – those that really get it.
Here’s to all of you – those that are in this crazy world of writing. Those that have something to say. Those who will not be silenced. Keep writing – there are those of us who are reading. You are valued and important. I salute you today.
God Bless
You put it very nicely, Cindy. . . a writer’s gotta write!
Awesome, Cindy! I remember my writing and scribbles as a young girl/teen and recently came across a box with the writings and just enjoyed sitting in the middle of the room on the floor, remembering the moments of my girlhood and my love for writing. Thank you for this…
Thanks Brenda! I used to do the same thing – drag out my old journals I kept in high school. It’s pretty amazing what we discover about ourselves when we read our thoughts back then, isn’t it?
You know what I say, JoJosm#100 “Old writers never die; they just come to an eloquent end.”
Yes! Very good – I love it!