This is a post close to my heart.
Ever since I was a little girl, I loved writing. I would write about myself, the world and the people around me. My writing back then was child-like, of course, but it brought great joy to me and it was something that I enjoyed.
Then I grew up and went through some tough times. Writing became an outlet for all the turbulent thoughts swirling within my head. I suppose I used my writing as a kind of coping mechanism.
Now, I’ve grown up and life looks a lot better than before I have come to appreciate the place that writing has in my life and heart.
So, I’ll start by saying that putting words onto a piece of paper paper or typing your thoughts onto a word programme gives me the best feeling ever!
How can I describe this feeling? Well, it feels like a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders. I’ve never been the one to express my feelings but writing gives me a space to do just that.
I love travelling. I’ve travelled to several different countries but nothing beats the feeling of creating a brand new world and characters that seems so real and are just ripe to explore.
Furthermore, I get to write stories that hasn’t been told before. I know that there’s a school of thought that no plot is original. However, I believe that each story is truly unique and even if the plot has been done before, the way that I spin it and the world as well as characters that I create, will create something new.
I could list hundreds of reason why I love writing but I’ll finish off this post by saying that I’m a writer and writing makes me happy.