Writing is a solitary venture. It is hours, upon hours of working with only the sound of your own voice leaking from your mind onto the page. Writing is stealing quiet moments to write instead of watching TV, reading or other forms of relaxation. Writing requires discipline, focus and stolen moments.
Writing is exposing your heart to the world. Writing is chopping words, sentences, paragraphs and pages that you loved out of a document. Writing is brutal editing and honest feedback. It is bad reviews. It is being asked to dig deeper when you already feel like you exposed your soul. Writing always demands more, deeper, more transparent sharing.
Writing is painting with words, constructing with sentences, and bridging with grammar. Writing is fine-tuning an instrument to control the way the words sound when they bounce against each other. Writing is bleeding onto the page.
Writing is missed deadlines. Reset goals. And it is the unexplainable joy when you are ready to type “the end” after a long journey. Writing is living in the moment as well as in retrospect, and it is sharing into the future. Writing isn’t retelling – it is showing the story, sharing the emotion.
Writing is giving birth to the untold story within you. It is the pain and joy of childbirth. It is letting go of the past, healing through words, it is letting the reader know that they are not alone.
Writing is healing and painful at the same time. It is typing as tears leak out. It is cathartic. It is freeing. Writing is death to the enemy. It is breathing and existing. Writing is being authentic to the voice that tells you to write, even when fear tells you not to write.
Writing is a necessity for me. What is writing to you?